I have a curious background for someone who turns out to be a writer.

Her smile put the sunflower to shame.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.

if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.

Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.

Life is populated with scarecrows—all those people and things that seem so scary and trouble our sleep. Isn't it nice to know that most of them turn out to be made of nothing but straw?

Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

A tree's beauty lies in its branches, but its strength lies in its roots.

No winter lasts forever no spring skips its turn.

If someone steals your password, you can change it. But if someone steals your thumbprint, you can't get a new thumb. The failure modes are very different.

I played for nine different teams throughout my 22-year major league career and I loved every moment of every team.

There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news.

If I'm going to do something a little bit more adult, I'll do it if it's going to be on at a different time slot or if it's going to be something that kids won't be able to get their hands on

On many occasions when I am dancing I've felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists !

But, by just being myself, I end up touching a lot more people who might never have paid much attention to a female rapper.

He, who for Love has undergone The worst that can befall, Is happier thousand-fold than one, Who never loved at all.

I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there.