What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.

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

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.

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.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Costumes and scenery alone will not attract audiences.

I prefer silence. Then you can hear thoughts and see into the past. In silence you can’t hide anything … as you can in words.

Forget fashion, dress for comfort and for ease of getting through security, so no hats, belts or unnecessary accessories.

We may experience a realization of our true Self the first time we meditate, but most often the process of awakening is gradual.

English children have lost their innocence, for their first lessons have been in the exploitation of their adult slave.

Success isn't magic or hocus-pocus - it's simply learning how to focus.

If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it, I know I can achieve it.

I never wanted to be that person who leaves 'SNL' and nothing happens.

Better sexy and racy Than sexist and racist