...if a child waited to speak until all the grown-ups settled down and gave her some room to say her piece, the most important things would never get said.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little bit of me added to it.

We don't own the earth. We are the earth's caretakers...we take care of it and all the things on it. And when we're done with it, it should be left better than we found it.

I believe good plans are the best way to maximize fun, avoid disaster, and possibly, save the world. I spend a lot of my time making them.

I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.

...when your heart changes, you change, and you have to make new plans.

Apologizing is like spring cleaning.

I was saying the right things, but not the really true things.

And all the best words together couldn't hold the happiness.

...how do you run and play when you feel like there are bricks of the heaviest sadness weighing down every part of your body? How do you laugh and talk when there are no laughs left inside of you?

There is never enough time for fun.

Tell me you're truth. I'm listening.

The French have the right respect for dogs--in France we chiens get to go to lunch and dinner anytime, anywhere.

If it weren't for acid, you might not have an IPod, and you definitely would not have some of the best music in your IPod.

The stubby French painter Toulouse-Lautrec supposedly invented chocolate mousse - I find that rather hard to believe, but there you have it.

Eva [Braun] wanted him [Adolf Hitler] to look his absolute best and he just didn't care.

I just see myself as just an ordinary chick from Florida, not some beautiful woman.

Thanks in part to the Patriot Act, the federal government has been able to demand some details of your online activities from service providers - and not to tell you about it.

Use me as an example of an instrument of change.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us.