From the outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living.

You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.

Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things.

Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.

I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true - hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.

Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.

If penicillin can cure those that are ill, Spanish sherry can bring the dead back to life.

I truly hope you realize how important setting goals are for young women, teaching them we have so much more to offer than our bodies.

I really love good food occasionally, but I need time to enjoy it and I need to be hungry.

Heavenly Father is constantly raining blessings upon us, but it is our fear, doubt, and sin that, like an umbrella, block these blessings from reaching us.

I won't claim the workhouses didn't have their problems, but they were set up by people who cared.

The press, like fire, is an excellent servant, but a terrible master.

We have been given the trust and goodwill of New Zealanders. I do not take that trust for granted, and I never will.

It's been so important that the Chamber of Commerce, for example, has hosted hiring fairs that are specifically targeted to military communities.

Taste. You cannot buy such a rare and wonderful thing. You can't send away for it in a catalogue. And I'm afraid it's becoming obsolete.

The only catalogue of this world's goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind.