I shall not tell your husband and you shall not tell my wife." Tell them what?" That you and I were outwitted by a ropma." That would be shamful." Girl, we could never live it down.

No decision should be made on an empty shopping bag.

Not all tongues that wag cohabit with a brain.

He fainted. Then he came to and remembered what happened and fainted again.

I am an author of Christian Fantasy. My first 7 books were Christian Romance, but I came over to the Dark Side when I heard there were cookies.

A mouse slid out from under his hat and scrambled down his sleeve, across his lap, and down to the floor. Nothing,' said Fenworth, 'should distract from a wizard's dignity.

Fenworth owned a world-famous library. More rooms held books than beds. Pillows stuffed in niches and comfortable chairs scattered throughout each room offered abundant paces to curl up and read.

Focus on what's ahead. Use what is behind.

Wear pink!' her mother had said. 'It confuses the enemy.

Contented children are valuable, as is the peace that surrounds them.

The odd thing, my dear," said her father, "is that once one has ceased trying to protect self, one finds one's self in a very comfortable position." "Where?" asked Kale "In Wulder's care.

A heart full of bitterness is a life full of sorrows.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.

I will never forget what happened here tonight.people I went to school with will never forget.

Art can be engaged in the world without being specifically politically engaged.

Poetry helps my soul escape its encasement.

My image is me. I talk for myself. I didn't become this person others wanted me to be.

Our children's health and well-being are dependent on our commitment to promoting food access and good eating habits at home, at school and in the community.

I know a lot of people that don't pray or anything, and that's fine - but I need to. I don't even want to call it prayer, I just want to call it talking to something bigger than me.

To produce pure proletarian art the artist must be at one with the worker; this is impossible, not for political reasons, but because the artist never is at one with any public.