I think, she began quietly, I think we want... not just bread for our bellies. We want more than only bread. We want food for our hearts, our souls. We want- how to say it? We want, you know- Puccini music.... we want for our beautiful children some beauty. She leaned over and kissed the curl on her finger. We want roses.

It is always sad to write about prejudice, but sometimes when we see it being played out in the lives of fictional characters, we can recognize it in our own lives.

Sometimes you need to give people something that's for them, not just something that makes you feel good giving it.

Many people are angry when they make a mistake, but very few people have the sense to be sorry.

You have to believe it and you hate it. I don't have to and I think it's beautiful.

Punch after punch after punch. February is a mean bully. Nothing could be worse - except August.

All of us can think of a book... that we hope none of our children or any other children have taken off the shelf. But if I have the right to remove that book from the shelf - that work I abhor - then you also have exactly the same right and so does everyone else. And then we have no books left on the shelf for any of us.