“I wish I was the kind who made up stories.”

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother’s house.

The wedding vows are a license to be a complete jerk.

I don’t even like the sound of the dryer going – I like the quiet.

Money doesn’t have anything have anything to do with the magnificence of a person.

A feat she had never believed possible

We worry only about those we brought into this world.

Travel is very inspirational – but it’s in the ordinary that I find my themes of love and work and family.

The intimacy. The deepest level of love.

Having a purpose is the little secret of the nonpretties. Something to do always beats something to look at.

The good things that happen to us were meant to happen, and the bad things that happen are lessons meant to teach us to be better.

Art makes the spirit soar. And when the spirit is lifted, life follows.

The Bookmobile is just a government truck, but to me it’s a glittering royal coach delivering stories and knowledge and life itself.

I have held the following jobs: office temp, ticket seller in movie theatre, cook in restaurant, nanny, and phone installer at the Super Bowl in New Orleans.

In fact, I prefer it to elation or joy. Relief lets the air out of the Tire of Pain.

Beware the things of this world that can mean everything or nothing.

I used to believe my art had to be about the things that brought me joy and gave me hope.

I never made `Who’s Who,’ but I’m featured in `What’s That?’

The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.

I understand that I’m not perfect. I made mistakes and I had a hand in everything that’s happened to me, good and bad.

I think by now I have made it fairly clear that I am not very happy with the word hope. I don’t believe in people just hoping.

I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can.

As kids we didn’t complain about being poor; we talked about how rich we were going to be and made moves to get the lifestyle we aspired to by any means we could. And as soon as we had a little money, we were eager to show it.

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.