By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

Without a good plan, you might fall short of reaching your dreams and goals.

A story just isn't a story without a dragon.

I have to remind my dad, 'Journalists - no matter how many cigars they smoke with you - are not your friends, so don't talk to them.'

Those who are overreached by our cunning are far from appearing to us as ridiculous as we appear to ourselves when the cunning of others has overreached us.

I always wanted to find oil. It was always an irresistible calling.

I always felt that anorexia was the form of breakdown most readily available to adolescent girls.

The thought is not something that observes an inner event, but, rather it is this inner event itself. We do not reflect on something, but, rather, something thinks itself in us.

I don't want to go shoving what I believe down anyone's throat. Whatever I believe about Jesus is a personal thing, but it doesn't exclude all the others.

Once there were two brothers. One ran away to sea; the other was elected vice president of the United States. And nothing was heard of either of them again.

Each time I think there is no place lower to go, I find that there is at least one place that will mess you up worse than you were.