Suzanne Weyn quotes:

Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

Toy Empressario Wonder Afficianado Avid Shoewearer

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.

We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.

Even though she saw tattoos everywhere, they continued to fascinate her. How bizarre to be branded like a box of cereal. Didn't people mind being counted as just one more product on a shelf? There had to be more to a person than that.

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

Mahoney: You have to live. Mr. Magorium: Darlin'...I have.

Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin...

You have to know where you were going in order to get there.

Mahoney: Thirty-seven seconds. Great, well done; now we wait.Mr. Magorium: No, we breathe, we pulse, we regenerate. our hearts beat, our minds create, our souls ingest. Thirty-seven seconds well used is a lifetime.

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.

If these were indications of new love, as Sergei expected they were, then he was not surprised. All that scraping and arguing, the teasing and playful antagonism, could only mean on thing. It was a sure sign of attraction.

It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

Mahoney: "Thirty-seven seconds. Great, well done; now we wait." Mr. Magorium: "No, we breathe, we pulse, we regenerate. our hearts beat, our minds create, our souls ingest. Thirty-seven seconds well used is a lifetime.

There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?

When King Lear dies in act five, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He has written, 'He dies.' No more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential piece of dramatic literature is, 'He dies.' Now I am not asking you to be happy at my leaving but all I ask you to do is to turn the page and let the next story begin. -- Mr. Magorium

You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.