That most sensitive, most delicate of instruments -- the mind of a little child!

There are enough women to do the childbearing and the childrearing. I know of none who can write my books.

The truth that could be extracted from words was such a fluctuating, relative truth.

After all, there was something rather pleasant in knowing that you were misunderstood. It made you feel different from everyone else.

Oh my eye Betty Martin! Aren't I glad it isn't me that's going to school! It looks just like a prison.

Light poured out multiplies light poured in.

Our torments also may in length of timeBecome our Elements.

What are we going to do when we get into the temple, anyway? Are we going to fight our way through the Necromancers on our

We opened our hearts. Hear me, heal me, save me, believe me.

You know a moment is important when it is making your mind go numb with beauty.

You believe I run after the strange because I do not know the beautiful; no, it is because you do not know the beautiful that I seek the strange.

We are free to change the world and start something new in it.

Through my illness I learned rejection. I was written off. That was the moment I thought, Okay, game on. No prisoners. Everybody's going down.

If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I would not follow, I would be at the bottom to catch them when they fall.

The sky is darkening like a stain Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers