It's – I write the books and let the market find who reads it. I guess a young adult is anywhere from ten to fifteen.

It is better to take many small steps in the right direction than to make a great leap forward only to stumble backward.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.

It was all because of his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealinggreat-great-grandfather!

You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy.

The impossible is more believable than the highly improbable.

An idea doesn't die," said Trapp. "It exists somewhere, in its own dimension, waiting to be perceived.

He could hardly lift his spoon during breakfast, and then he was out on the lake, his spoon soon replaced by a shovel.

There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.

In a way, it made him sad. He couldn't help but think that a hundred times zero was still nothing.

Whenever you give someone a present or sing a holiday song, you're helping Santa Claus. To me, that's what Christmas is all about. Helping Santa Claus!

Wisdom is justified by all her children.Luke 7:35

Progress results only from the fact that there are some men and women who refuse to believe that what they know to be right cannot be done.

A lot of people believe in reading reviews. If I get too focused on some detail of what they've said about me, I'm going to end up shooting myself in the foot.

When I go to Afghanistan, I realize I've been spared, due to a random genetic lottery, by being born to people who had the means to get out. Every time I go to Afghanistan I am haunted by that.

The roots of addiction can be seen in our search for happiness in something outside of our self, be it drugs, relationships, material possessions.

Whatever their defects, Christian fundamentalists have lived peacefully among us in America for several hundred years.

God is speaking to all of us, all the time. The question is not, to whom does God talk? The question is, who listens?

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, be all.

I like the way that the history of the tree shapes the tree. There's no distinction between the tree and its history. You can lose yourself in that thought.