Well, I think that as a country, we've drifted away from appreciating the importance of imagination.

Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

This is for writers yet to be published who think the uphill climb will never end. Keep believing. This is also for published writers grown jaded by the process. Remember how lucky you are.

The muse whispers to you when she chooses, and you can't tell her to come back later, because you quickly learn in this business that she might not come back at all.

If you do not hear music in your words, you have put too much thought into your writing and not enough heart.

We live out our lives as we are meant to live them-with some choice, with some chance, but mostly as a result of the persons we are.

Growing up, I didn't have a lot of toys, and personal entertainment depended on individual ingenuity and imagination - think up a story and go live it for an afternoon.

We forget that what matters begins with the imagination.

Fear is a fire to temper courage and resolve. Use it so.

We must nurture and love, if life is to have any real meaning. But First we must find a way to survive against the things that prevent us from doing so.

Why pretend to be something you're not? If you have to be someone, be someone no one else is.

We learn from failure, not from success!

I don't wanna change the world, I just wanna leave it colder..Light the fuse and burn it up, Take the path that leads to nowhere..

The more especially, as in my juvenile frankness, I took some credit to myself for being so confidential and felt that I was quite the patron of my two respectful entertainers.

Maximise the alternative forms in which a user might receive a service, and the alternative sources of supply.

I love Chicago. I know Chicago. And Chicago is a great city. It can be a great city. It can't be a great city if people are shot walking down the street for a loaf of bread.

To suppress free speech is a double wrong. It violates the rights of the hearer as well as those of the speaker.

Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

O, beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties, Above the fruited plain.

Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.

The Truth does not belong to you, you belong to the Truth.