A shame really, because putting the right book in the right kid’s hands is kind of like giving that kid superpowers.

I took that smile and I put it right where the hole in my chest was. It was better than coffee, or chocolate, or a perfect pirouette. I clutched it and held it tight.

Hello and good-bye are not as simple as everyone thinks.

Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.

It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.

Everyone got older but forgot to grow up.

Who needs a stupid grampa-loving, book-reading, good-smelling boy who I like to talk to?

It's a fact of life. Hearts are always hurting. And yet they still keep pumping.

I smile a lot. I heard someone say once that it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown, so i'm trying it out.

Is there any other way to be? I mean, this is it. This is my body, my soul; I gotta live with it. I'd better get comfortable. I plan on taking it for a long ride.

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via. That's my philosophy. Its a quote from the past. "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.

Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.

Two things I can't stand - sitting and sleeping.

I am very glad indeed to see you to-night, and yet I will not say I thank you for this call, but I do most sincerely thank Almighty God for the occasion on which you have called.

To gain knowledge, we must learn to ask the right questions; and to get answers, we must act, not wait for answers to occur to us.

I had set a goal of being a producer by 25.

I don't think souls or bodies can be changed by incantation. Or anything else by the way.

I don't like to be talked into anything. I don't want to be cajoled.

There is no difference in quality between a life lived forward and a life lived backwards, she thinks. She had come to love this backward life. It was, after all, the only life she had.

If I had it to do all over again . . . I wouldn't change a thing.'. . . the final expression of narcissism, the last gesture of self-congratulation.

Does experience help? NO! Not if we are doing the wrong things.