My childhood is very vivid to me, and I don't feel very different now from the way I felt then. It would appear I am the very same person, only with wrinkles.

Tact is after all a kind of mind reading.

Look bravely up into the sky, And be content with knowing That God wished for a buttercup Just here, where you are growing.

A story should be managed so that it should suggest interesting things to the reader instead of the author's doing all the thinking for him, and setting it before him in black and white.

The growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair.

I've found that people who look at things as they are, and not as they wish them to be, are the ones who succeed.

It seems to me like stealing, for men and women to live in the world and do nothing to make it better.

When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.

The warm sun kissed the earthTo consecrate thy birth,And from his close embraceThy radiant faceSprang into sight,A blossoming delight.

In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

You must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world.

You don't believe in miracles.""Sure I do. I just haven't seen any lately.

The world is your perception of it. Inside and outside always match - they're reflections of each other. The world is a mirror image of your mind.

Since there is nothing so well worth having as friends, never lose a chance to make them.

I don't think 'Sugar Man' is a music doc any more than 'The Social Network' is about computers. It just happens to have the best soundtrack ever.

Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flat lined.

Anything that's slightly dangerous and gets the heart rate going is my kind of workout.

It's corruption never been systemic, because a fish rots from the head

If you came to see the truth, the purity, it's here inside a lonely heart.

Montreal was a very active jazz center until club owners started putting in strippers instead of music. Before long, there was nothing to hear.

It's harder to write two people happy and in love than two people fighting and driving each other crazy.