I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?

I want to write so well that a person is 30 or 40 pages in a book of mine ... before she realizes she's reading.

Whatever you want to do, if you want to be great at it, you have to love it and be able to make sacrifices for it.

Everybody born comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory. We come from the Creator with creativity. I think that each one of us is born with creativity.

Some of us are timid. We think we have something to lose so we don't try for that next hill.

Beneath the skin, beyond the differing features and into the true heart of being, fundamentally, we are more alike, my friend, than we are unalike.

Anger is like fire. It burns all clean.