Every name is real. That's the nature of names.

Her smile put the sunflower to shame.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.

if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.

Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.

Life is populated with scarecrows—all those people and things that seem so scary and trouble our sleep. Isn't it nice to know that most of them turn out to be made of nothing but straw?

Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

How come I have too many things to do all the time...??

All cat stories start with this statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this...

The idea that the reader is important enough to me that I'd tailor my words to either please or offend them always seems amusingly alien to me.

Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion.

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

In times of tragedies, our duty is to lend a helping hand to those in grief and thus light lamps of kindness and compassion.

If the people who hurt us have anger or desperation within them then they suffer. When you see that someone suffers, you might be motivated by a desire to help him not to suffer anymore.

So I saved your life, and you repaid me by raising Kronos. That's fair.

I can'tdo it again,Nick. I can't. And I would rather give my life for you than have you give yours for me.

I don't want to hurt you, Mistress Weatherwax," said Mrs Gogol. "That's good," said Granny. "I don't want you to hurt me either.