"All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust."
— J.M. Barrie (Peter Pan)

""Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..."

"Or we'll die?" I guessed.

"Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes."

"Let's avoid the swords," I decided."
— Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth)

"The seeker after truth should be humbler than the dust. The world crushes the dust under its feet, but the seeker after truth should so humble himself that even the dust could crush him. Only then, and not till then, will he have a glimpse of truth."
— Mahatma Gandhi (GANDHI: An Autobiography or The Story of My Experiments with Truth)

"For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person..."
— Ray Bradbury (Fahrenheit 451)

"One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Buker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under my door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed."
— John Fante

"Is Dust immortal then, I ask'd him, so that we may see it blowing through the Centuries? But as Walter gave no Answer I jested with him further to break his Melancholy humour: What is Dust, Master Pyne?
And he reflected a little: It is particles of Matter, no doubt.
Then we are all Dust indeed, are we not?
And in a feigned Voice he murmered, For Dust thou art and shalt to Dust return. Then he made a Sour face, but only yo laugh the more."
— Peter Ackroyd (Hawksmoor)