Most mothers are instinctive philosophers.

Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

It's a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.

Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.

No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.

I feel now that the time is come when even a woman or a child who can speak a word for freedom and humanity is bound to speak... I hope every woman who can write will not be silent.

Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!

The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.

The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.

Quality storytelling inspires quality dialogue.

I live in Brooklyn, in Williamsburg, so I just like to wander around. Williamsburg's such a cool little neighborhood community spot.

All violence consists in some people forcing others, under threat of suffering or death, to do what they do not want to do.

I need to write in a small room - the smaller the better. I can't write in a big room where someone might sneak up behind my back.

My favorite episode is where the guy has a relationship with his car. An intimate and sexual and emotional relationship with his car.

How awful for them [Hitler's victims] to see those swastikas, the SS men and the SA - people we'd never thought of as criminals.

We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans - because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings.

I cannot keep track and lots of great shows go unnoticed.

If ever Shakespeare rants, it is not when his imagination is hurrying him along, but when he is hurrying his imagination along.