Have you ever noticed that it takes a textbook dozens of pages to say what normal people can cover fast? Example: What was the full impact of World War II? Clear-cut teenage answer: we won.

My grandma always said that God made libraries so that people didn't have any excuse to be stupid.

...Difficult relationships come into our lives for a reason. No one would choose them, certainly. But if we let them, they can teach us how to be flexible with others and more forgiving.

I'll tell you something about tough times. They just about kill you, but if you decide to keep working at them, you'll find your way through.

Everyone needs fudge, Hildy. It's how God helps us cope.

When you have something so important, something that you'll stay awake for, something you know that you were designed to do, well, it's worth getting a few dark circles, don't you think?

When the going gets tough, the tough get a librarian.

You've got to love yourself with all your short comings, and you've got to love the world no matter how bad it gets.

A heart will say amazing things if it's given half a chance.

Staring down hard truth takes guts.

Librarians understand about power - they know how to find anything.

This is a great time to shut up and kiss me." To her delight, Blake obliged.

A counter to a jab is a left hook. What’s the counter to prejudice?

Those who write the editorials and those who write the columns, they simply are unaccountable. They're free to impose their cultural politics in the name of freedom of the press.

The reality is, some people don't want you to change or go anywhere different.

By the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world.

Some taxpayers close their eyes, some stop their ears, some shut their mouths, but all pay through the nose.

Great healers, people of divine realization, do not cure by chance but by exact knowledge.

Looking back, I think I tried to be too eclectic. Sometimes I'd sing thirty songs, and fifteen of them were not in English.

Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.