She understood love. What destroys you saves you, she had told me.

...who I am to talk? I dream of rain.

From the time I could read, I found solace in my father's library...At the ages of ten and eleven and twelve I would have preferred to remain in the library...

Perhaps I was drawn to stories in which people found their true desires because I was a stranger to myself.

...never to rush something I was creating, but instead let it come into being as if it had a soul of it's own.

There is the outside of a story, and the inside of a story... One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

But I was not a mouse. In the fields where I walked, I was much more interested in the actions of the hawks.

I knew what happened in fairy tales. The strong survived while the weak were eaten alive.

I only had access to him when we were together in the library, and I loved them both -the library and my father- equally and without question.

Although my father had never been there, I came to believe I would someday see that city for him.

The acquisition of knowledge is always of use to the intellect, because it may thus drive out useless things and retain the good. For nothing can be loved or hated unless it is first known.

Fine arts education in public schools is really abysmal. The same emphasis should be put on music, theater, dance - anything creative - that's put on math and science.

Just because you're in the missionary position don't make you no missionary.

I wouldn't cut you out of my life Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine's Day gift." Gross," said Clary. "Must you?" Simon grinned. "I must.

I'm not a photographer, so I need all the help I can get when it comes to make a picture look cool.

I just love working. I really enjoy the work, whatever it is.

Every believer is an anarchist at heart. True believers would rather see governments topple and history rewritten than scuff the cover of their faith.

You might be a redneck if you have refused to watch the Academy Awards since Smokey and the Bandit was snubbed for best picture.

The world is a mysterious place and the very limitation of our senses in exploring it means we are sometimes aware of there being something beyond our ken.

I would like to think I am feminist in some sorts.