Literary fiction is kept alive by women. Women read more fiction, period.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

Learning is experiential! The more I experience the more I learn. I love this interdependent process!

The power of greatness lies within each of us.

We must strictly enforce the Environmental Law, closing down the polluters that fail to meet the standards.

I see my buildings as pieces of cities, and in my designs I try to make them into responsible and contributing citizens.

Workers come to America to fill jobs unwanted by Americans, but they are staying and they are not going home.

I have now reached the happy age of 23. No, happy is not quite the right word. At this particular moment I am certainly not happy.

Every State is known by the rights it maintains.

The most powerful medicine is at the end of your fork, not at the bottom of your pill bottle. Food is more powerful than anything in your medicine cabinet!

Sometimes I think I'm real predictable to myself and other times... you always wonder, Is this really what I wanted to do? Did I make a mistake? Should I be doing something else?