She had become so much more accustomed to hard work and opposition than to adulation that the only emotion she had felt had been one of acute discomfort.

Perhaps, she had dreamed, she would teach some future King, shaping his child mind for a new and better world.

Change from despair to joy he made her extremely beautiful.

Was she insane?! She would lose her head before she was 20!

The nonchalance irritated her more because it was not assumed.

Often we don’t see the majesty of God’s design because we’re caught up in the mediocrity of our own designs.

Brave, impossible Alice. Stop being so sensible.

No man in his senses will dance.

I shall start at the beginning. Though of coarse, the beginning is never where you think it is.

I have to feel something emotionally on the story to be able to write for it. I turn things down if I don't feel I'm really right to tell that particular story.

One who claimed what Jesus claimed about himself couldn't be a good moral man or a prophet. That option isn't open to us, and Jesus never intended it to be.

Nationalism is just racism with a flag.

No mirror ever became iron again; No bread ever became wheat; No ripened grape ever became sour fruit. Mature yourself and be secure from a change for the worse. Become the light.

A lot of kids spent more time out of school than in, but I always loved school and thought it was my way out of Cleveland, and out of poverty.

We all end up dead, it's just a question of how and why.