The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same

Anyone can slay a dragon, he told me, but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That's what takes a real hero.

I sometimes wake in the early morning & listen to the soft breathing of my children & I think to myself, this is one thing I will never regret & I carry that quiet with me all day long.

Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.

Most people don't know there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable & fall asleep & miss your life.

I hope someday you see this is all life wants: for you to be your own kind of beautiful & not the kind that makes you forget who you are.

There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.

There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.

If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.

I've always like the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am.

Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life.

I am afraid of those who are too simple on the outside

Sam, there comes a time when the world no longer needs heroes. And then the true hero knows to walk away.

Your book goes places you may never go and helps people you may never meet

I believe that Thomas Jefferson said: 'If it neither breaks my leg nor picks my pocket, what difference is it to me?'

I'm not a bath man myself. More of a cologne man.

you can tell the deepest truths with the lies of fiction

A means can be justified only by its end. But the end in its turn needs to be justified.

I think Americans are probably getting sick of us Australians trying to take their jobs.

'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.

The dignity we seek in dying is not to be found in our final weeks, days or moments but in the way we live and how we are seen by those people whose lives we affect.