We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.

The only time I feel at ease is swinging up and down in a coconut tree.

I don't think England is that gray but India is like a long drone.

I'm the mirror to your mood, you hate me and I hate you.

Learn to be positive, it's your only chance.

Self destroyer, wreck your health, destroy friends, destroy yourself. The time device of self destruction, lies, confusion, start eruption.

Everybody needs some inspiration, Everybody needs some motivation, mix it up with some imagination, and use your natural gifts.

Here's hoping all the days ahead, won't be as bitter as the one's behind you. Be an optimist instead, and somehow happiness will find you.

Pity is easy, but it is difficult to care.

People take pictures of the Summer, just in case someone thought they had missed it, and to proved that it really existed.

You hate me and I hate you, so at least we understand each other.

Dreaming is good but implementation is success

For the first time in his life, a teacher was pointing out things that Ender had not already seen for himself. For the first time, Ender had found a living mind he could admire.

Do a loony-goony dance 'Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain't been there before.

Here is a nice fact books and ebooks take a lot of time to be read, but audiobooks just for one day or 2 you finish them... this is a great fact!

Polka dots can't stay alone. When we obliterate nature and our bodies with polka dots, we become part of the unity of our environments.

You pretty much can't get away from bacon or whiskey in the South. Put a doughnut in it and you'd be good to go.

And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.

More bad news for the Taliban. Remember how they are promised 72 virgins when they die? Turns out that it's only one 72-year-old virgin.

Going to the theater is such a joyous experience. My dad would take my sister and me to plays when we were very young, like six or seven years old.

A book is a fragile creature. It suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements, clumsy hands.