Our stomachs live in towns, " said Mma Potokwani, patting the front of her dress. 'That is where the work is. Our stomachs know that. But our hearts are usually somewhere else.

The telling of a story, like virtually everything in this life, was always made all the easier by a cup of tea.

Be content with who you are and where you are, and do whatever you can do to bring to others such contentment, and joy, and understanding that you have managed to find yourself.

There is room in history for all of us.

Manners are the basic building blocks of civil society.

I see no point in being despondent. We might as well enjoy ourselves during our brief tenure of this life.

How many of us are happy to be exactly where we are at any moment?...only the completely happy think that they are in the correct place.

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

We think the world is ours forever, but we are little more than squatters.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.

A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land?

The stories that grow up around a king are strong vines with a fierce grip.

Contentment is the spirit of joyful existence.

What do you see out there?” I ask. “Pittsburgh, ” he replies. Now I laugh. “No, young man. What you see is hell with the lid taken off.” — Mother Jones

If God gives you a Quiznos, can I have a bite? No way. You have to pray for your own food.

...am so deeply impressed with the fair mindedness and tolerance of the American people...

The idea behind digital computers may be explained by saying that these machines are intended to carry out any operations which could be done by a human computer.

If you're a Christian you can't have an "I'm better than" attitude toward anyone because everybody is somebody for whom Jesus died.

It is through exchange that difference becomes a blessing, not a curse.

Happy will the house be in which the relationships are formed from character.

Out of our deepest memories come the forgotten forms of the past, given new life by the living sentience of an ancient and eternal forest.