People like to complain about the state of contemporary literature, but I can only assume they don't read it very widely.

A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac.

But there is so much more to do for the city we love... a Dallas with roads as strong as our businesses, parks as beautiful as our children, a downtown as tall as our imagination.

Dallas is a great city, and it's worth fighting for.

Buying a book is not about obtaining a possession, but about securing a portal.

In many ways, our campaign this year will be the same as last time: We're still going to focus on fixing up basics and cleaning up ethics at City Hall.

Now it's time to focus on basics for people in our neighborhoods... and real ethics reform at City Hall.

The city has to do what any citizen or family does, when you have a dream. You tighten your belt. You sacrifice some luxuries. Above all, you don't waste a dime.

The first book we fall in love with shapes us every bit as much as the first person we fall in love with.

Dallas is a positive, get-it done city.

The conditions conducive to deep thought have become increasingly rare in our highly mediated lives... Now we live in an attention economy, where the most in-demand commodity is 'eyeballs.

Your net worth depends on your added value

Simply blessed.

I think we're supposed to know everything we can figure out. I don't think we're supposed to make up answers just because we can't stand living with unanswered questions.

Indolent and unworthy the beggar may be—but that is not your concern: It is better, said Joseph Smith, to feed ten impostors than to run the risk of turning away one honest petition.

He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played.

If we want to move towards a low-polluting, sustainable society, we need to get consumers to think about their purchases.

During peace time a scientist belongs to the World, but during war time he belongs to his country.

Little by little, even with other cares, the slowly but surely working poison of the garden-mania begins to stir in my long-sluggish veins.

Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.

Change the conversation of the world by dwelling on what's gone right.