I am convinced that most people do not grow up...We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies, and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are innocent and shy as magnolias.

Love heals. Heals and liberates. I use the word love, not meaning sentimentality, but a condition so strong that it may be that which holds the stars in their heavenly positions and that which causes the blood to flow orderly in our veins.

Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.

I get up in the morning, and I'm reluctant to turn on the television.

God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us - in the dreariest and most dreaded moments - can see a possibility of hope.

It's hard because people think they have something to lose and the truth is they have everything to gain in trying to love somebody.

The poetry you read has been written for you, each of you - black, white, Hispanic, man, woman, gay, straight.