This book had two authors, and they were both the same person.

Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It’s a feeling inside that can hardly be contained.

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.

It's still magic even if you know how it's done.

It's a terrible thing for a man when his woman gangs up on him wi' a toad

Learnin’ how not to do things is as hard as learning how to do them.

Witches were a bit like cats. They didn’t much like one another’s company, but they did like to know where all the other witches were, just in case they needed them.

It's an unfair world, Child. Be glad you have friends.

You can't not help people just because they're stupid or forgetful or unpleasant... If I don't help them, who will?

Rain don't fall on a with if she doesn't want it to, although personally I prefer to get wet and be thankful.""Thankful for what?" said Tiffany."That I'll get dry later.

Sadness is never bad, " said Amparo. "Sadness is the mirror of being happy

Live Each And Every Moment as it will never come back when its gone.

If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic.

You traverse the world in search of happiness, which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on all.

I love Arkansas but I think Arkansas has its share of unlit minds.

Mystery is the art of eliciting unseen things hidden in the shadow of natural ones... and serving to demonstrate as real the things that are not.

Deciding what gets my time is very simple: I ask, What am I passionate about?

The most difficult mental process of all is to consider objectively any concept which, if accepted as fact, will toss into discard a lifetime of training and experience.

Life is a challenge, meet it! Life is a dream, realize it! Life is a game, play it! Life is love, enjoy it!

The ego of man and woman is the soul. If the soul is independent, how then can it be isolated from the infinite whole?