Welcome to the real world, Mother Robot, a beautiful and dangerous place. Now you can truly begin to live.
~ Tony Diterlizzi
Your mother contained a good spirit. A loving spirit. A spirit that will not cease to exist.Eva looked at him, her brows furrowed.Rovender placed his arm around Eva's shoulders. You see, she lives within you now, in all of the lessons that she taught you. Lessons you will never forget. Lessons you will always carry with you... and will one day pass on.
Some things we must learn through experience. That is how one truly lives.
It reveals that people are confusing.Rovender corrected her. Not Confusing. Complex.
Tiny-perhaps. Rovender kept his eyes fixed on the rings. Insignificant-never, Eva Nine. No living thing is insignificant.
So, Eva Nine, you must sometimes disregard what someone is saying and focus instead on what they are doing. Watch and observe. That is when one reveals his true self.
Your home is where your family is... Where someone waits for you and thinks about you.
As Antiquus's son, I was next in line to be the leader of my village... But leadership is not inherited. It is earned through action.
Sure, I eat because I have to. But I also eat because I want to. It is one of life’s few pleasures.
My fifth grade teacher Mr. Straussberger noticed I was having trouble with some of my book reports, but he knew I loved to draw. He gave me extra credit if I did a drawing from the book that I was reading.
I think, in real life, when we're facing death - that is, when we come out on the other side of it, whether it's death of a friend or a family member - you come out on the other side of the mourning cherishing your life that much more.
I would love having Winnie-the-Pooh stay here at the house. We could talk of food and what we were eating next. Maybe ponder that over a little morsel... and then take a little nap and dream of desserts.
I get ideas from everywhere: movies, books, movies, nature - it comes into my brain, it sits there for a while, and it starts coming back out.
Illustrations can be a big window: a looking glass into the author's imagination.
