I shall now proceed to my own experience, which hath truly convinced me, the Lord is awakened as one out of sleep; and the voice of the Lord will shake terribly the earth.

I shall omit former particulars, and begin with informing the Reader, that, in 1792, I was strangely visited, by day and night, concerning what was coming upon the whole earth.

I was now ordered to have my writings copied, and put into the printer's hand.

Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

In this manner, I continued with Satan for ten days. His answer and blasphemy were too shocking to pen; till I was worn out with rage and malice against him, I could not bear myself.

At the end of 1795 and beginning of 1796, I was ordered to write to the Church ministers.

The end of all things is at hand; that Satan's kingdom will be destroyed, and Satan chained down for a thousand years, and Christ's kingdom established upon earth.

My faith grew strong, and I sent a letter (as I was ordered) to the Rev. Dignitary of the Cathedral of Exeter. I was assured, before I sent it, he would not answer it.

In 1795, I sent him another letter, telling him, that danger still stood before us, and that the truth of what I had written in 1792 was to be proved by 12 men.

The next summer, 1794, corn grew dear, and distress began in our land.

The first is last, and the last is first.

Watch, listen, and learn. You can’t know it all yourself. Anyone who thinks they do is destined for mediocrity.

I think twins can sometimes be shoved into the same mold and they can start to feel like they're not being given a chance to develop their own identities.

Profound optimism is always on the side of the tortured.

My parents enrolled me in a gymnastics class when I was three years old, and I just was drawn to gymnastics. I loved it. It was my playground, and I could run around and be free there.

I want to get within myself and write. I really, really want to write.

two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.

What you aspire to on a sitcom is the feeling of live comedy.

I love, love, love fantasy, like 'Lord of the Rings' and things like that.

Honey is sweet, "and so is knowledge, but knowledge is like the bee that made that sweet honey, you have to chase it through the pages of a book." (taken from "Thank you, Mr. Falker" )