I’m serious about you, Avery. If you want me for real, you have me.

You're a quiet, beautiful woman in a loud, ugly place. An orchid among weeds. You define obvious.

The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life. It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are.

The country is making a big mistake not teaching kids to cook and raise a garden and build fires.

The greatest threat to the constitutional right to vote is voter fraud.

I've read short stories that are as dense as a 19th century novel and novels that really are short stories filled with a lot of helium.

I'm dense when it comes to discouragement.

And I would urge all women to have that regular mammogram.

Height has nothing to do with it, it is your strength that counts.

For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.

When people say, "It can't be done," or "You don't have what it takes," it makes the task all the more interesting.

Honest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

If someone slaps you on one cheek, offer the other cheek also...but of course if you were able to stand soberly after the first slap.

As adults, we do know more, but we don't know enough. People can be very unthinkingly callous.

Sometimes I think we'd all be better off if the people who mean well would just creep away and die.

Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.

It would be a nice problem to have. It would mean we had reached the final. I'd like to think common sense would prevail and we'd have the use of both of them.

People who devote their lives to studying something often come to believe that the object of their fascination is the key to understanding everything.

Depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind.

Passion is the quickest to develop, and the quickest to fade. Intimacy develops more slowly, and commitment more gradually still.

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.