How much do they be paying you?" he asked mellowly. "The usual salary. A little more than they think I'm worth and a little less than I think I'm worth.

I wrote about people who liked fake fireplaces in their parlor, who thought a brass horse with a clock embedded in its flank was wonderful.

Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.

The world was hers for the reading.

There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.

In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.

It is a good thing to learn the truth one's self. To first believe with all your heart, and then not to believe, is good too. It fattens the emotions and makes them to stretch.

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing … something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up.

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

Let me be something every minute of every hour of my life...And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.

It is true love that can activate the beauty and power of true genius.

Your typical Six-year-old is a paradoxical little person, and bipolarity is the name of his game.

Democracy is a universal value

It's not what isn't, it's what you wish was that makes unhappiness.

My kid gets me out of bed in the morning.

There are only two things you can invest: Time & Money. Of the two, Time is more important.

And it's a little - very humbling to think that running for president of the United States is - for a kid from Brooklyn, it's quite a step.

Let Silence speak to you about the secrets of the universe.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.

When I'm in the mood to listen to music, I do like to go to the SkyBar [ L.A.].