“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.”

It’s not about what it is, it’s about what it can become.

Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.

You have to be odd to be number one.

You have to be a speedy reader because there’s so so much to read.

So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!

People are weird. When we find someone with weirdness that is compatible with ours, we team up and call it love.

You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.

I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I’ve bought a big bat. I’m all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!

Read. Travel. Read. Ask. Read. Learn. Read. Connect. Read.

I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny, but we can have lots of good fun that is funny.

I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.

So be sure when you step, Step with care and great tact. And remember that life’s A Great Balancing Act.

If you never did you should. These things are fun and fun is good.

If I were invited to a dinner party with my characters, I wouldn’t show up.

You really can’t teach reading as a science. Love gets mixed up in it.

Although an ass is tired, he continues to carry his burden; he is unmindful of cold and heat; and he is always contented; these three things should be learned from the ass.

Oh, you fool. You turned cold and stopped loving when the world needed it most.

Logic and cold reason are poor weapons to fight fear and distrust. Only faith and generosity can overcome them.

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

And I know this world is so cold and deceiving but I keep my head up like my nose is bleeding.

I imagine myself cold as ice falling into your open arms. Everyone says it’s beautiful where I am but I’d rather be where you are.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.