I cannot see myself in a new car. I am a tiny white van person. That is what i want!

The telling of a story, like virtually everything in this life, was always made all the easier by a cup of tea.

Be content with who you are and where you are, and do whatever you can do to bring to others such contentment, and joy, and understanding that you have managed to find yourself.

There is room in history for all of us.

Manners are the basic building blocks of civil society.

I see no point in being despondent. We might as well enjoy ourselves during our brief tenure of this life.

How many of us are happy to be exactly where we are at any moment?...only the completely happy think that they are in the correct place.

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

We think the world is ours forever, but we are little more than squatters.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.

A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land?

Truths are written, never said... Lines are drawn, but then they fade.

History will only remember those that remembered it and the best way to make history is to read history

Home is where I built my life.- Henry Morbower

You're going to need a stronger stomach if you're going to be back in the kitchen seeing how the sausage is made.

Peace Love Rock and Roll!!!

I fought NAFTA when it passed; it has been a big disaster for us, in my opinion. If we can renegotiate that, it would be wonderful.

It is good to take a weekend and just you, or you and your dog, head out into the wilderness. Walk by yourself. Be by yourself. It will help you in your search for stillness and perfection.

...But why discourse Upon the Virtues of the Horse? They are too numerous to tell Save when you have a Horse to Sell.

Nobody can beat the Marvellous one!

He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe. You are.’ His holding fingers are holding hers. ‘Me? Me?