He'd wanted to mend her just like his mother had mended his favorite teddy bear when his arm had come loose after too much play. He offered her his pudding cup instead.

One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to the floor, dead.

The day had begun like any other ordinary day for Barnabas Crackle. That is to say, as extra-ordinarily as his days typically began, which were the usual for our faithful protagonist.

Before innovation - or practical creativity - there is insight. You must see the world differently.

We have to fight them daily like fleas those many small worries about the morrow for they sap our energies.

I always write about subjects which attract me because if I didn't, it would be awful, a failure.

You must feel what you're singing, not just have a good presentation of the language.

I have done hard jobs in the past, and acting isn't one of them.

God wants us to pray, and he wants to hear our prayers-not because we are worthy, but because he is merciful.

What scares me is not living up to be a good enough father to my son and letting down my family - not being there enough and not being able to give enough of yourself.

I get to work on things I've never done before and I get better at it, and I can do things that are innovative. Which I've done in my fifties, and want to continue to do through my sixties.

Page one of any economic plan to get America working is to give a pink slip to the current resident in the White House.

Erotic names, robes, insignia of office, titles- the trappings of religion- confuse as much as they help.