It's a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can. —Boldred

You will find joy, frustration and sorrow in your quest. Never forget that friendship and loyalty are more precious than riches...Happiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.

The more 'otter it is, the more 'otter otters likes it

All little creatures are beautiful...every living thing when it first sees life is born in beauty. What they grow to be is a different matter.

Courage is the moment when an ordinary being becomes an extraordinary being.

Aha! Today I shall become an author! And I will auth and auth and auth and make a squillion dollars, whoopee!

So here is my story, may it bring Some smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!

I enjoy walking my dog and completing crossword puzzles.

Where's the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?

Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.

A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

Getting my legal situation fixed takes a bit longer than we all thought: twelve years to be exact. Not a big deal. Only most of my life.

... there are many to whom money has no personal appeal, but who can be tempted by the power it confers.

She's [Hillary Clinton] been there for 30 years. She's not going to change. Because you look at her donors.

I don't train to look good in the mirror. I train to make improvements in my game.

For me, its always a failure of the imagination. I have that anxiety that time is passing, that everything is ultimately fleeting and impermanent. I better take advantage of every single moment.

The Church in England is the Church of England.

I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.

Everyone has an identity crisis when they are 16 or 17 years old.

Isn't it my right to talk and say what I want to?

Love, to her ear, was but a name, Combin'd with vanity and shame; Her hopes, her fears, her joys, were all Bounded within the cloister wall.