I go silent so I can write. When my tongue is wagging my fingers are silent.

I cook to inspire my husband to pay attention to me.

When I write, I am gossiping. Writing to whisper the story, whether good or bad to my listener.

In his attempt to develop the beauty he sees, the artist develops himself.

When I was little in Spokane, Washington I drew all the time... and my father would bring paper home... and I mostly drew browning automatic water-cooled sub-machine guns... that was my favorite.

Smart, bold, and practical. I Will Teach You To Be Rich is packed with tips that actually work.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

Creativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.

Now make no mistake, I think we need a strong dose of fiscal conservatism in Washington, D.C.

Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!

Give your hands to serve and your hearts to love.

The man who walks with wise men becomes wise himself.