Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.

It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

Siblings: children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together.

When you're trapped in a prison, and your heart is broken, and you can't move a finger because you don't know what to do, that's when you wake up.

I still read Donne, particularly his love poems.

Everything happens for me, not to me.

Just to deliver one high-quality 45 minute lesson requires many hours of planning in advance.

I'm going to become a real professional actress.

All bravery stands upon comparisons.

Alice Munro is a particular kind of short story writer in that she writes long, character-driven short stories.

Older people often mistakenly consider that the young people do not care about their country, but the reverse is actually true.

You know how it feels when you're in love with somebody and you long to be with that person? God wants us to feel that way about Him.