When you pick up a novel from the bed side table, you put down your own life at the same time and you become another person for the duration.

Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.

If you want sweet dreams, you've got to live a sweet life.

Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.

Finally, cooking is good citizenship. It's the only way to get serious about putting locally raised foods into your diet, which keeps farmlands healthy and grocery money in the neighborhood.

We came from Bethlehem, Georgia bearing Betty Crocker cake mixes into the jungle.

Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.

Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.

It's what you do that makes your soul.

Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.

We rarely confide in those who are better than we are.

When you awaken, your manhood will be taken.

Fame is being asked to sign your autograph on the back of a cigarette packet.

Goals never come easy. No one gives you goals.

Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.

It is our response to our circumstances rather than the degree of difficulty that determines whether or not we are discontent

He might wish and wish and never get it - the beauty and the loving in the world!

Smooth your way to the head through the heart. The way of reason is a good one: but it is commonly something longer, and perhapsnot so sure.

When you hear the music ringin' in your soul And you feel it in your heart and it grows and grows And it comes from the backstreet rock & roll and the healing has begun...

She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.