The out-of-date returns in due course as the picturesque.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness - to save oneself trouble.

It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.

Very few of us are what we seem.

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.

Fear is incomplete knowledge.

Books are a habit-forming drug.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

Hope knows no fear.Hope dares to blossom even inside the abysmal abyss.Hope secretly feeds and strengthens promise.

The Kingdom of Heaven is within and it lies beyond your wildest imagination, so expect a roller coaster ride to get there!

I get ideas from everywhere: movies, books, movies, nature - it comes into my brain, it sits there for a while, and it starts coming back out.

Fantasy is so much hotter than reality most of the time.

It's up to each of us to help create a better world for our children.

Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.

An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.

The man who will get up will be helped up; and the man who will not get up will be allowed to stay down.

So there you have it, the extent of my charms: brown hair and eyes like unbarfed chocolate. I'm a lucky girl." -Max

When one woman was asked how long she had been going to symphony concerts, she paused to calculate and replied, 'Forty-seven years - and I find I mind it less and less.