Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart.

It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.

Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They'll believe anything they see in print.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

It is deeply satisfying to win a prize in front of a lot of people.

Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend, ' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.

You have been my friend... And that in itself is a tremendous thing.

We take to the breeze, we go as we please.

The night seemed long. Wilbur's stomach was empty and his mind was full. And when your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it's always hard to sleep.

I'm really too young to go out into the world alone, " he thought as he lay down

I do not know where the road may end, but I will keep traveling onward.

...ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know...

...The human perception of this energy first begins with a heightened sensitivity to beauty.

Just as a father feels it is all ending and his children are off to start their own families, a new role begins. In midlife, Dad may experience his second "fatherhood" as a grandparent.

Second edition of Earthworks I have the more traditional compositional approach, namely I write a piece from the piano.

The first derivative is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

I loved rap, especially in the early days. But I wasn't trying to shove it down anybody's throats.

Hillary Clinton is using a private server for - where classified information go by. This is a - this is a serious administration?

I loved my childhood. They had the coolest toys back then. Star Wars, Transformers, laser-tag gun sets. Toy companies have really gone downhill.

No captain with all the hindsight in the world can predict how the wicket is going to play