I never earned a dollar that was not somehow through writing.

Even against the greatest of odds, there is something in the human spirit - a magic blend of skill, faith, and valor - that can lift men from certain defeat to incredible victory.

Brilliantly lit from stem to stern, she looked like a sagging birthday cake.

Events alone rarely provide much guide to the future.

It's a funny thing, but today the Titanic is probably much more - that is people are much more aware of it than they were in 1954, when I was doing my research.

I look for something that is highly unusual, involving ordinary people caught in extraordinary situations.

The ones that measure up are not always the ones you expect.

Someone once told me the one thread that runs through them all is a premium on personal courage - not intellectual courage, but just plain physical courage.

There were exceptions, a couple of families that just plain didn't want to even think about it, although forty years had passed but mostly the people were very interested in talking about it.

If you're still believing, then you're almost there!

To experience biophilia is to love a diversity that, as limitless as it is fragile, both haunts us and fills us with hope.

When I was in elementary school, I used to write letters to myself. I'd write letters and go 'Dear Kristen-at-16-years-old, happy birthday. I hope you're doing something.'

People are fighting over how our heartsongs are different. But they don't need to be the same. That's the beauty. We are a mosaic of gifts. Each of us has our inner beauty no matter how we look.

The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die.

The price of freedom keeps going up, but the quality keeps deteriorating.

i'm sure i'm worth a lot more dead than alive

The work I've done is the work I know, and the work I do is the work I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing.

I hardly have any spare time! But when I do, I garden a lot - I love plants and flowers.

I feel close to Marvin Gaye, Vincent van Gogh, because nobody appreciated his work until he was dead. Now it's worth millions.