The stars have their own language, you know. If you're careful, you can learn it.

We're each given one life, and it's our job to make it useful, beautiful, and fulfilling. There is no value in suffering through it, doing something we hate. There's no prize at the end for that kind of endurance. Just a spent life.

Great love endures time, heartache, and distance. And even when all seems lost, true love lives on.

I'm no longer willing to let myself down.

The stars have their own language, you know. If you're careful, you can learn it.

Whenever you’re down on your luck, and when things aren’t going the way you like, remember that you are the author of your own story. You can write it any way you like, with anyone you choose. And it can be a beautiful story or a sad and tragic one. You get to pick.

What is childhood without stories? And how will children fall in love with stories without bookstores? You can't get that from a computer.