Love is a wave building to a crescendo. Ride if you will, ride it with me.

I have always looked at life as a voyage, mostly wonderful, sometimes frightening. In my family and friends I have discovered treasure more valuable than gold.

Sail the main course in a simple sturdy craft. Keep her well stocked with short stories and long laughs. Go fast enough to get there but slow enough to see. Moderation seems to be the key.

It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. With all of our running and all of our cunning, if we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

If there’s a heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached.

Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder, So I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can't go wrong.

Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.

Be yourself, be pleasant, play hard and have no regrets.

We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition - plowing straight ahead, come what may.

With you, I would walk anywhere

later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

Your success lies in your ability to believe in yourself

Parenting is a partnership. Loving each other has a big impact on your children.

You keep the title of 'president' even if you served only one term. The same goes for rapists.

So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.

Life is a solitude.

...to be paid for one's joy is to steal.

Every crucial experience can be regarded either as a setback, or the start of a wonderful new adventure, it depends on your perspective!

Never put off until tomorrow what you can put off forever.

I was so happy I wanted to fold all the people into paper airplanes and fly them into the lidless eye of that big yellow moon.

An author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart's blood into it, and then it lies about unread till the reader has nothing else in the world to do.