As a child, reality is whatever one makes of it.

We have a cultural notion that if children were not engineered, if we did not manipulate them, they would grow up as beasts in the field. This is the wildest fallacy in the world.

What we are teaches the child far more than what we say, so we must be what we want our children to become.

Women have millions of years of genetically-enc oded intelligences, intuitions, capacities, knowledges, powers, and cellular knowings of exactly what to do with the infant.

We are shaped by each other. We adjust not to the reality of a world, but to the reality of other thinkers.

Play is the royal road to childhood happiness and adult brilliance.

One's capacity for metaphor is one's capacity for a full life.

The parent knows that the child cannot be artificially motivated to learn; they know that he is already motivated by the strongest driving force on earth: his inner intent.

We must accept that this creative pulse within us is God's creative pulse itself.

Adolescents sense a secret, unique greatness in thems.elves that seeks expression. They gesture towards the heart when trying to express any of this, a significant clue to the whole affair.

Any idea seriously entertained tends to bring about the realization of itself.

Every morning is a big, bright, window that opens just for you to fill your life with the light of joy.

I've always wanted to get an education, and tonight's as good a time as any

I used to hate exposure situations. What is generally referred to as 'red carpet.'

I mean, you work and you try and find the work that suits you the best and you enjoy the most.

One of the biggest problems in literature is the lack of subtlety.

All Rhodes Scholars had a great future in their past.

My gut feelings and my faith tell me that until God shuts a door, no human can shut it.

Making things easy is hard.

Fear can only prevail when victims are ignorant of the facts.

...he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.