Living things have been doing just that for a long, long time. Through every kind of disaster and setback and catastrophe. We are survivors.

We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.

Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.

If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you got a problem. Everything else is inconvenience.

It will be a great day when our schools have all the money they need, and our air force has to have a bake-sale to buy a bomber.

The examined life is no picnic.

The winding down of summer puts me in a heavy philosophical mood.

Ignorance and power and pride are a deadly mixture, you know.

All I ever needed to know I learned in kindergarten. Share everything ... Don't hit people ... Clean up your own mess.

Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.

Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.

A corruption of intentions.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

Patience! patience! You are always in a hurry, but God is not.

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Bad Girl of West Seattle High, I tried to live up to it.

If something is going to be better, it is new, and if it's new you are confronting problems and challenges you don't have references for.

If everyone would paint, political re-education would be unnecessary.

It seems unfair that anyone can set up on Twitter using my name, or the name of any famous person, without any checks at all.

I think that friendship always makes us feel such sweet gratitude, because the world almost always seems like a very hard desert, and the flowers that grow there seem to grow against such high odds.

Each heartfelt prayer, each Church meeting attended, each worthy friend, each righteous decision, each act of service perfomed all precede that goal of eternal life.