He licked at her lips."We are going to have some amazing children. The best this world has ever seen.

I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist

What was worse, he couldn't tell her how much he thought he maybe might kinda sorta love her.

Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil.

You are a door to an existence she does not desire, but even if the room beyond is repugnant, that door has won a portion of her affection.

The whole purpose of education is to turn green buds into beautiful flowers.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes to hear it is to see it with our ears.

As you get older, you look at things differently.

But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.

How lucky I've been to live in such beautiful places and able to make them as I dreamed. I've been lucky. I've adored my houses more than my friends (or husbands).

Dear young people, let me now ask you a question. What will you leave to the next generation? Are you building your lives on firm foundations, building something that will endure?

You're flying Buzz! No Woody we're falling in style!