He had quite liked the dwarfs. He often had no idea what they were talking about, but for a group of homicidal, class-obsessed small people, they were really rather good fun.

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).

He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.

Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.

My feelings for Raphael are mine, and mine alone. I loved him, and that is all anyone needs to know. The rest is no business of any man's.

Unless you know the code, it has no meaning.

And, in the darkness, David closed his eyes as all that was lost was found again.

These were the tales that echoed in the head long after the books that contained them were cast aside.

The stories in books hate the stories contained in newspapers.

Story!" The dwarf snorted. "You'll be talking about "happily ever after" next. Do we look happy? There's no happily ever after for us. Miserabily ever after, more like.

It’s highly virtuous to say we’ll be good, but wecan’t do it all at once, and it takes a long pull, a strongpull, and a pull all together before some of us even get ourfeet set in the right way.

Every hip-hop artist I have worked with has a respect for higher power, whether that's church, Allah, or any sort of higher being - they all have a humbleness.

The goal of war is peace, of business, leisure

One trick I swear by: I pour a little neroli or lavender oil onto a hot towel and use it to wipe off my makeup. It opens up my pores, and then my face cream sinks in better.

It's confidence; it has to be something good about getting old. One of the things is that you just don't stress about some stuff that made you so worried.

I am a person of faith. I'm certainly not an atheist or an agnostic and I see some divine force somewhere.

We often talk too much & listen too little. The surer route to winning a friend isn't to convince them that you're right, but that you care what they think.

I originally worked as an archaeologist in North Carolina, and when bones were found police would take them out to the bones lady at the university, and that was me.

Understand who you are and who you want to be, and thereby learn how you may best relate to others.

The most popular cartoon of mine is a guy on the phone looking at his appointment book and saying "No, Thursday's out. How about never, is never good for you?"