You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.

With courage and hope, we can conquer our fears and do what we once believed impossible.

The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.

And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.

My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth.

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

In all experience, there is something to be learned. In deepest sorrow, wisdom is found. In the well of despair, hope rises.

You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.

Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want to be.

Every well-written book is a light for me. When you write, you use other writers and their books as guides in the wilderness.

Cats are more interesting, let's face it. Dogs are loveable and a bit boring.

When someone loves you, and when you make someone happy, you suddenly start to feel the most beautiful person in the world.

It's foolish to be prejudiced. There are so many reasons to hate people on an individual basis.

You don't have to stop everything to get organized, you just have to start.

The first novel that I wrote was because I was having very interesting sorts of experiences, for Indians of my generation.

Whenever I pick up a jacket and it's heavy, I think, 'Oh, I don't want to wear that.'

Nobody can be forced to commit an act of villainy. You can't push anybody into the mud; people always step into it themselves.

The king to Oxford sent a troop of horse, For Tories own no argument but force; With equal care, to Cambridge books he sent, For Whigs allow no force but argument.