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

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.

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.

There's more than one way to tell each other things, and there's more than one way to listen, too.

There are some things in life that shouldn't be given so much importance, if they don't change what is essential.

It takes two to bribe.

Bogging down large armies in historically complex, dangerous areas ends in disaster.

Wherever there are four walls, consciousness of direction is far keener.

In my own mind, I am still a fat brunette from Toledo, and I always will be.

Repeat, over and over again, in case anyone forgets it or believes the contrary, that we do not live in the best of all possible worlds.

I believe that a psychological, cultural, and philosophical migration back to Africa will solve our problem.

I grew up like Athena — covered with playing cards instead of armor — and, at the age of seven, materialized on a TV show, doing magic.

I love Age of Empires and I play RTS games all the time, I respect what they've accomplished.

It’s quite easy to accidentally overhear people talking downstairs if you hold an upturned glass to the floorboards and accidentally put your ear to it.