Unexpected change is like a breath of fresh air -- a little brisk at first, but magic for the body and soul.

She watched the gap between ship and shore grow to a huge gulf. Perhaps this was a little like dying, the departed no longer visible to the others, yet both still existed, only in different worlds.

There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal.

Tell the story that's in your heart, and don't hold back. Write a book the reader will want to melt into.

An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn't explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense.

Insults sting but a little when they stem from a man's ignorance.

You're never alone when you're reading a book.

Fear and love were sometimes the same thing both necessary unavoidable. Now she understood that it was okay to bleed if you know how to heal.

Talent is required, but much of writing is a matter of craft, which develops with time, attention, patience and practice, like playing an instrument or learning to dance.

At the centre of every fairy tale lay a truth that gave the story its power

Teachers are by nature idealists, and they believe anything can be learned.

There is nothing good in the devil and there is nothing bad in God and with God all things are possible . And all things are possible to those that believe.

It's better to lose some of battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever even knowing what you're fighting for.

The first time you view a house, you see how pretty the paint is and buy it. The second time you look to see if the basement has termites. It's the same with men.

Freedom has become a commodity whose availability, paradoxically, keeps society in check. The threat of its loss seems to enable us to tolerate its imposition.

We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us, but frankly we won't if we're too afraid to try.

The largest living land mammal is the absent mind.

I do sillier things sober, to be honest. I'm quite a silly person. Freya pulled my skirt up in a shop other day, I could've killed her - not literally, of course. But that was her not me.

I am, you know, adamantly against illegal immigration.

Revenge is fruitless.

I have my own way of dividing people, as I suppose most of us have. There are those whom I can talk to, and those whom I can't.