Have you watched the fairies when the rain is done, Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the sun?

And though you should live in a palace of gold, or sleep in a dried up ditch, You could never be as poor as the fairies are, and never as rich.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.

Blind folk see the fairies. Oh, better far than we, Who miss the shining of their wings Because our eyes are filled with things We do not wish to see.

I think mice Are rather nice. Their tails are long, Their faces small, They haven't any Chins at all.

Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; 'Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamor all around That beats the whole day long.

I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.

What you focus upon, is what exists in your reality.

We are not our own any more than what we possess is our own. We did not make ourselves, we cannot be supreme over ourselves. We are not our own masters.

It's often said that writers sometimes need to go around the block a few times to get where they're going.

Sisters ruin everything. It's in their job description.

We listen to the early '90s Hip-Hop that we were raised on. I still think that stuff is better than anything you hear nowadays.

I don't adjust my training for any of my opponents. I don't watch films on my opponents.

The memory of war weighs undiminished upon the people's minds. That is because deeper than material wounds, moral wounds are smarting, inflicted by the so-called peace treaties.

In fact, .. Jesus is mentioned 75 times in the Koran.

More often than not, it is what you are rather than what you say that will bring an unbeliever to Christ. This, then, is the ultimate apologetic. For the ultimate apologetic is: your life.