Marriage is like a vacuum cleaner. You stick it to your ear and it sucks out all your energy and ambition.

My father said there were two kinds of people in the world: givers and takers. The takers may eat better, but the givers sleep better.

Every child deserves a chance at a life filled with love, laughter, friends and family.

Never face facts; if you do, you'll never get up in the morning.

One of the things about equality is not just that you be treated equally to a man, but that you treat yourself equally to the way you treat a man.

You know, theres endorphins in laughter, as there are endorphins in running in the park.

Women should know that they don't have to hang on to an old dream that has stopped nurturing them - that there is always time to start a new dream.

As much success came to him, my father stayed true to his promise. He built the hospital to help the most helpless children with catastrophic illnesses.

In the 1960s we were fighting to be recognized as equals in the marketplace, in marriage, in education and on the playing field. It was a very exciting, rebellious time.

Where will I be five years from now? I delight in not knowing. That's one of the greatest things about life its wonderful surprises.

Fame lost its appeal for me when I went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door.

Political corruption works by having an equally corrupt legal system to protect it.

It is the adventure and uncertainties of the journey that makes life so beautiful and interesting.

CONGRATULATIONS DL Havlin! Your entry, "There are No Lights in Naples", an unpublished short fiction - flash fiction genre category, is a finalist for the 2016 Royal Palm Literary Awards competition!

I just looked at the pattern of my life, decided I didn't like it, and changed.

If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.

To apologize is to lay the foundation for a future offense.

I've spent half my life on planes. I have a lot of love for New Zealand, though. That is where the really arty, whimsical side of the family resided - in Hobbitland.

The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats.

One has the right to be wrong in a democracy

Arelia looked up at Macon. "It's not the house that protects her. It's the boy. I've never seen anything like it. No Caster can come between them.