And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

Learning is not the accumulation of knowledge, but rather, one thing only: understanding

Writing isn't just on the page; it's voices in the reader's head. Read what you write out loud to someone-anyone-and you will catch all kinds of things.

Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.

Forgiveness is a little thing when love is there.

I feel the stars. Each sparkle sets aflame the pain in my heart.

Or, in truth, eventually, though I still noticed, the callouses on my spirit prevented wounds (p.75).

Some affixes are wildly promiscuous.

I believe we have breaks because we need them. So my suggestion is that you take the break. Eat chocolate.

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

You have to live life if you're going to create believable lives on paper.

The purpose of education is to save young people from the paralyzing effects of wealth and poverty. (more or less verbatim quote)

The author says one of the sources of resilience is the ability to measure and perceive early warning signs so as to adapt.

I'd give you my heart, but you'd just give it back, so I'll give you my words instead.

Honoring your feelings awakens your soul. Feelings keep you awake. And it is from that awake place, that sound, that you build your life.

Failure is only postponed success as long as courage "coaches" ambition. The habit of persistence is the habit of victory.

I love everything about the holidays: the decorations, the parties, and spending time with friends and family. What I love most is that feeling of giving back. Every bit counts.

Let us seek to fathom those things that are fathomable and reserve those things which are unfathomable for reverence in quietude.

The first thing I look for in a woman is warmth-femininity. It's got nothing to do with a pretty face.

Inferiority is what you enjoy in your best friends.

Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207