I am so grateful to be a writer. I hope every child grows up and finds something to do that will seem important and that will seem precious. Happy living and, especially, happy playing.

It is when we are most lost that we sometimes find our truest friends.

I learned to write from authors. I didn't know any, but I read their books.

Every person is able to add beauty, whether by growing flowers, or singing, or cooking luscious meals, or raising sweet pets. Every part of life can be art.

I want to do something important in my life, and I think that adding beauty to the world with books... really is important.

It is odd how we sometimes deny ourselves the very pleasure we have longed for and which is finally within our reach.

I love being a writer because I want to leave something here on earth to make it better, prettier, stronger.

But those with an evil heart seem to have a talent for destroying anything beautiful which is about to bloom.

In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.

When the wicked want to bring down the innocent, they aim for a loving heart.

Writing stories has given me the power to change things I could not change as a child. I can make boys into doctors. I can make fathers stop drinking. I can make mothers stay.

Don’t we all look up at the same stars?

Most people are afraid of failing. I think there's nothing wrong in failing.

Perfect courage is to do without witnesses what one would be capable of doing with the world looking on.

Hillary Clinton doesn't look presidential.

There are two kinds of people in the world, observers and non-observers.

Love grows by not giving to us. And if our passion for poetry lives on and persists, it is because poetry offers us only its bits of lint.

The basic agreement between human beings, indeed what makes them human and makes them social, is language.

The moment you start dividing thought and feeling, the ratio of sinitive from the intuitive, you're dead. There is no difference between emotion and thought. You can be unreasonable.

Do you know what my favorite renewable fuel is? An ecosystem for innovation.