Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

My mother said I was a clingy kid until I was about four. I also remember that from the age of eight she and I fought almost every day.

If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

Writing is an extreme privilege but it's also a gift. It's a gift to yourself and it's a gift of giving a story to someone.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

Libraries are the pride of the city.

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.

We regard God as an airman regards his parachute

Are ya glad to see me, or is that a roll of poker chips in your pants?

Her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house.

When a man is freed of religion he has a better chance to live a normal and wholesome life.

All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.

Why do we dread adversity when we know that facing it is the only way to become stronger, smarter, better?

The way we spend our time defines who we are.

Make sure that you always follow your heart and your gut, and let yourself be who you want to be, and who you know you are. And don't let anyone steal your joy.

The most successful businessman is the man who holds onto the old just as long as it is good, and grabs the new just as soon as it is better.

What else is the power of melody but the power of feeling? Music is the language of feeling; melody is audible feeling - feeling communicating itself.