No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings.

The Heart of Fairyland is a story, " she said, and she felt so warm and light and full of rightness of it that she thought she might faint.

And that is the last lesson of childhood: You spend all your years fighting against the injustice of big folk and their big rules until you are ready to rule yourself.

Every cat knows how to keep his owner feeding them: You may scratch and bite ninety-nine times, but the hundredth time, you must leap into a lap and press your nose to their nose. Rules are for dogs.

Flowers are always more serious than they appear.

Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.

You get to me all of the time. Always have. In all the good ways.

It felt good to sit around and agree, to have a common enemy and a shared struggle. It felt good to be understood.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

It may be an old cliche, but I think true love will last; it has no end. But finding the right person is a very difficult thing.

If they came sorrowing, and wanting sympathy in a complicated trouble like the present, then they would be felt as a shadow in all these houses of intimate acquaintances, not friends

You know why the road curves as you're driving along? It curves because if God showed us the distance from where we are to where we’re going, we’d think it was too far.

Every day you spend drifting away from your goals is a waste not only of that day, but also of the additional day it takes to regain lost ground.

Look for the answer inside your question.

There is nothing more powerful than peace.