The Graveyard Book

by Neil Gaiman

You’re alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you’re dead, it’s gone. Over. You’ve made what you’ve made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished.”

“If he didn’t care about you, you couldn’t upset him,” was all she said.

“Of all the organs,” said Nehemiah Trot, “the tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste our sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sour with the same tongue.

If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.”

You’re always you, and that don’t change, and you’re always changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”