Right now I would give all the yogurt raisins in all the world for a heart made of ice.

I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.

Homework, I have discovered, involves a sharp pencil and thick books and long sighs.

When I'm drawing a picture, I feel...quiet inside.

Death's gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.

Growing up gorilla is just like any other kind of growing up. You make mistakes. You play. You learn. You do it all over again.

I think that in many ways, just as forgiveness is impossible without love, sometimes love requires forgiveness for it to work, too.

Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

Pain is life. Life is pain.

Old age is a powerful disguise.

Mosquitoes are the greatest mass murderers on planet Earth.

Stand up for what is right even if you stand alone.

The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.

Take what life can give you, Ana, and do not trouble about the offerings which are laid in the tombs for time to crumble.

That's the big mistake the environmental movement made - 'We'll scare the hell out of you, and you'll become an activist'.

We're in this world to bring heaven down to earth.

I stupidly ignored education completely. I found it dull and I preferred to cause chaos and have fun. I regret this massively now.

Play is the highest expression of human development in childhood for it alone is the free expression of what is in a child's soul.

I'm guilty of extraordinary naivete, I suppose. But it's a naivete that I really don't want to abandon, not even now.

Sometimes I find that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable.

There's nothing sexy about Orange County.