She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.

You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.

A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting.

Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?

Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .

In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.

His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.

There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.

Some people drink deeply from the fountain of knowledge. Others just gargle.

Patience can be bitter but her fruit is always sweet.

God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.

It was a great Olympics - Team USA finished the games with 17 more medals than China. China said it was tough to swallow - especially when they had to make all of our "We're #1" T-shirts.

I do not believe there is a natural resource economics. I believe there is good economics and bad economics.

I've never been driven by fame or money or anything like that. It's never been part of my psyche.

I never take my own side in a quarrel.

Where you place your focus, there will be your Heart and that will be the Spiritual Heart.

I type in one place, but I write all over the house.

Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.