It doesn't matter what people tell you. It doesn't matter what they might say. Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage." - Aunt Frances

Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.

I wonder how a lioness will manage in a dovecote. Can you put away your teeth and claws?

The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.

Once you know some things, you can't unknow them. It's a burden that can never be given away.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

The evening had turned sweet and blue.

Be the hero, the example and the perfection that you are.

Even so, sometimes I wish I did have a little bit more flair in my language.

A weird thing about Gossip that I've always said: "If I weren't in this band, I would never listen to it." But I would go see it. It's a band you would go see that you don't necessarily listen to.

It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one's hand.

Every collectivist revolution rides in on a Trojan horse of EMERGENCY.

Pray do not interrupt me," he wrote. "I am smiling.

The strong is not the one who is physically powerful, but indeed, the one who controls himself when angry.

For love ... is the blood of life, the power of reunion in the separated.

He was like a second father to me (of George Halas)

Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.