Humor is anger that was sent to finishing school.

The years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized.

Read to your children Twenty minutes a day; You have the time, And so do they. Read while the laundry is in the machine; Read while the dinner cooks; Tuck a child in the crook of your arm And reach for the library books. Hide the remote, Let the computer games cool, For one day your children will be off to school; Remedial? Gifted? You have the choice; Let them hear their first tales In the sound of your voice. Read in the morning; Read over noon; Read by the light of Goodnight Moon. Turn the pages together, Sitting close as you'll fit, Till a small voice beside you says, "Hey, don't quit.

I read because one of these days I'm going to get out of this town, and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody, and I want to be ready

Never trust an ugly woman. She's got a grudge against the world,' said Grandma who was no oil painting herself.

When I read a good book, it's like traveling the world without ever leaving my chair.

The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.