Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.

Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.

It’s an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from periwinkles.

There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their golden-haired, thousand-eyed faces to follow the sun.

She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.

Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many living things dwell in it.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.

Guilt starts as a feeling of failure.

I've come to realize that sometimes, what you love most is what you have to fight the hardest to keep.

Once you have produced your best self, then you will be able to produce new seeds and fruits after your kind.

Well, any effort to maximize your potential and ability is a good thing.

A fight is 10% physical and 90% mental.

I was trying to say something about Christianity, the idea that you have to be tortured to attain heaven. I didn't believe that.

Blunt force didn't knock out the drug epidemic. 21 million Americans are addicted to drugs or alcohol. And half of all federal inmates are in for drug crimes.

The human tongue is a beast that few can master.

War like any other racket, pays high dividends to the very few. The cost of operations is always transferred to the people who do not profit.

Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss Poems that take a thousand years to die But ape the immortality of this Red label on a little butterfly .