You've grown up, girl. You've grown up real nice, Welcome home

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him.

Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn’s leaves and catches them by surprise.

I glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart

People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.

Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

Creativity is no excuse for obnoxious behavior

Mr. McGregor's a nasty piece of work, isn't he? Quite the Darth Vader of children's literature.

In my mind I lead a phantom's life. My neighbor makes me real.

Never take advice from a donkey.

At the end of our lives, we step across the threshold or death and enter into a new and better world. I believe that. It's just that simple.

The rest of the planets have their dress and furniture, nay and their inhabitants too, as well as this Earth of ours.

I wish I had more control, more like Edgar Rice Burroughs had, but I'm a realist, too. I work in television. I don't know that I would want to spend the rest of my life controlling my characters.

To prevent disease or to cure it, the power of Truth, of divine Spirit, must break down the dream of the material senses.

Black love is Black wealth and they'll probably talk about my hard childhood and never understand that all the while I was quite happy

O ye gods! what thick encircling darkness blinds the minds of men!