Reading is a creative activity. You have to visualize the characters, you have to hear what the voices sound like.

We have to be braver than we think we can be, because God is constantly calling us to be more than we are.

The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.

Agape love is...profound concern for the well-being of another, without any desire to control that other, to be thanked by that other, or to enjoy the process.

When we believe in the impossible, it becomes possible, and we can do all kinds of extraordinary things.

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us or we light a candle to see by.

Creativity comes from accepting that you're not safe, from being absolutely aware, and from letting go of control. It's a matter of seeing everything - even when you want to shut your eyes.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Because we fail to listen to each other's stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.

If we are not willing to fail we will never accomplish anything. All creative acts involve the risk of failure.

It's so Hogwarts.

You run out of new ideas? Then you run out of your progression!

Dullness in matters of government is a good sign, and not a bad one - in particular, dullness in parliamentary government is a test of its excellence, an indication of its success.

The patient person accepts a certain amount of failure knowing that it is as important a thread in the fabric of life as is success. Great individuals make great successes out of failure.

The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.

There is no restraining men's tongues or pens when charged with a little vanity.

Routine is worry's sly assassin.

But Wall Street people are in fact very smart; they're funny, they're not company men who work their way up the chain.

Even the most malignant gods would not continue to inflict life upon humanity, time without end.

I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.