Do you think just having a baby automatically makes you love it?''I'm not sure... you might have to learn to love it, like any other person.

How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives.

Let children read whatever they want and then talk about it with them. If parents and kids can talk together, we won't have as much censorship because we won't have as much fear.

My only advice is to stay aware, listen carefully, and yell for help if you need it.

Believe in yourself and you can achieve greatness in your life.

our finger prints dont fade from the lives we touch

Having the freedom to read and the freedom to choose is one of the best gifts my parents ever gave me.

Librarians save lives by handing the right book at the right time to a kid in need.

We are friends for life. When we’re together the years fall away. Isn’t that what matters? To have someone who can remember with you? To have someone who remembers how far you’ve come?

The truth will make you odd.

Things change…things happen…things you can’t even imagine when you’re young and full of hope.

The purpose of learning is not to give exams in class and forget about it, but to increase the knowledge until they possess an area of the earth for God almighty

You can see your thoughts and emotions arise & create space for them even if they are uncomfortable.

People have asked me why I chose to be a dancer. I did not choose. I was chosen to be a dancer, and with that, you live all your life.

I do not believe that I am a perfectionist one bit. I truly believe that perfection is something that no one can achieve.

I'm not necessarily interested in being the best Indian artist. I want to be the best artist I can be. That's enough of a declaration of intent.

I got to see the best players in the world every year the week after the U.S. Nationals, which is now known as the US Open, in Los Angeles. That made a huge difference in my life.

We study ourselves three weeks, we love each other three months, we squabble three years, we tolerate each other thirty years, and then the children start all over again.

Somebody said that Reason was dead. Reason said: No, I think not so.

No, he wasn't a pig. He was a lonely, hurt man who didn't know how to cope in a world that had turned its back on him. [Astrid]

Theater is, of course, a reflection of life. Maybe we have to improve life before we can hope to improve theater.