Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.

There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.

We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure.

What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?

All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

With opportunity the world is very interesting.

For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.

What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.

I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.

I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.

Going against the storm requires strength, energy and a will to succeed.

In Sarasota, Florida, Stephen King reminded me of the joy of just writing every day.

Music makes me high on stage, and that's the truth. It's like being almost addicted to music.

No one church has all the answers or the perfect map to the Promised Land, and I prefer to work out my own faith and my own convictions in the seclusion of my own mind.

During the past few years I have led a sometimes hard battle for German foreign policy.

I was tormented with guilt for years and years. In fact, it was so bad that if I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel right!

We cannot have real independence unless the people banish the touch-me-not spirit from their hearts.

I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.

We must be born with an intuition of mortality.

No dreams, no visions, no delicious fantasies, no castles in the air, with which, as the old song so truly says, hearts are broken, heads are turned.