Dear God, ’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.

Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.

The world was hers for the reading.

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.

Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted.

But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

Everything, decided Francie after that first lecture, was vibrant with life and there was no death in chemistry. She was puzzled as to why learned people didn't adopt chemistry as a religion.

It's hard to be nice when the rest of the world is so mean.

In July of 2004, I came out strongly against the war with Iraq, because it was going to destabilize the Middle East.

Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is

If you make a determination that [story of Abraham and the sacrifice of Isaac] is not historical, do you throw it away? I don't think we can say whether it's precisely, scientifically historical.

Most enlightened people can do miracles. Some have powers, some don't. Some people who have developed powers aren't enlightened.

Back of every noble life there are principles that have fashioned it.

The five S's of sports training are: stamina, speed, strength, skill, and spirit; but the greatest of these is spirit.

My swing is so bad I look like a caveman killing his lunch.

I never thought I would be singing for the world.

Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.