Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale.

The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.

Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.

The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock.

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known.

- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.

..no meal is good enough to justify all the money and effort wasted in preparing it. It is an illusion and an expense. Live as I do, undeceived.

Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.

Lucid dreams often feel like this—as if you are observing yourself from a point over your shoulders-arm flexed, hands curving around the boom, breathing, in three dimensional silence.

Love and let flowers of peace bloom in your heart.

If you don't know where you are going, you'll end up someplace else.

My mom had four kids, one with special needs. She had a full-time job, and she still came home and made dinner for us every night, from scratch. It was amazing.

New York seems to be absolutely filled with brilliant people.

The mother-in-law had an accident at work. A hot rivet dropped down her drawers and she fell off the oil rig.

Realizing full well that fine condition and confidence will not in themselves make a champion, it is my belief, however, that they are essential factors.

God's delays are not God's denials.

The beginning of 1856 found me teaching in the family of a planter named Bryan, residing in Prince George County, Md., some fifteen or twenty miles from Washington.

And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute love instead. Love, the poet has said, is a woman's whole existence.