“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”

In my world, everyone’s a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies!

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.

Writing for children is murder. A chapter has to be boiled down to a paragraph. Every word has to count.

I’m glad we had the times together just to laugh and sing a song, seems like we just got started and then before you know it, the times we had together were gone.

The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.

Unslumping yourself is not easily done.

When something bad happens you have three choices. You can either let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.

Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than to remember me and cry.

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!

And will you succeed? Yes indeed, yes indeed! Ninety-eight and three-quarters percent guaranteed!

Here are some who like to run. They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.

You can find magic wherever you look. Sit back and relax, all you need is a book.

ASAP. Whatever that means. It must mean, ‘Act swiftly awesome pacyderm!

It all began with a shoe on the wall. A shoe on the wall shouldn’t be there at all.

I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too.

I am lucky to be what I am! Thank goodness I’m not just a clam, or a ham, or a dusty jar of sour gooseberry jam! I am what I am – that’s a great thing to be!

Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.

Teamwork does not come naturally. Let’s face it. We are born with certain inclinations, but sharing isn’t one of them.

We were all born carrying a promise — a promise to make the world better — and there’s a yearning to make good on that promise that none of us can suppress forever.

Just as the first sign of life in an infant when born into the world is the act of breathing, so the first act of men and women when they are born again is praying.

I find myself born into this particular position. I’m determined to make the most of it. And to do whatever I can to help. And I hope I leave things behind a little bit better than I found them.

Christianity was literally born in the Middle East, and we must not forget our Middle Eastern brothers and sisters in Christ.

My folks came to U.S. as immigrants, aliens, and became citizens. I was born in Boston, a citizen, went to Hollywood and became an alien.

Except a man be born again, he will wish one day he had never been born at all.