A writer's heart, a poet's heart, an artist's heart, a musician's heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world.

I have fallen in love with the imagination. And if you fall in love with the imagination, you understand that it is a free spirit. It will go anywhere, and it can do anything.

Womanist is to feminist as purple is to lavender.

The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any.

No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.

Look closely at the present you are constructing: it should look like the future you are dreaming.

Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul.

I don’t need a certain number of friends, just a number of friends I can be certain of.

Every small positive change we make in ourselves repays us in confidence in the future.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

'Thank you' is the best prayer that anyone could say. I say that one a lot. Thank you expresses extreme gratitude, humility, understanding.

Life teach you lessons and those lessons are very painful.

In practice, the Internet functions more frequently as a hive of distraction, a simulated world through which most of us flit from one context to the next . . .

Normal: lacking in taste, compassion, understanding, kindness, and ordinary human decency.

I don't have children - yet! But I can imagine a love so potent that you would give your life for them. To give your life over to something else outside of you, that's love.

I tend to be naive and gullible, I guess, but I try to believe that governments believe what they say.

We must meditate on what God has done in our life instead of what we are still waiting on Him to do.

A hunger for beauty is at its heart a hunger for God.

Your future. It awaits only you, to live it and to write it. - Shaman's Crossing by Robin Hobb

Mines are equal opportunity weapons.

Silence remains, inescapably, a form of speech.