“Home is you, me and, the road with books for life.”

You already have yourself and that is pretty much all that you need in life.

Just admire her heart you don’t have to necessarily understand it.

It’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.

Love looks good on you never let them make you feel otherwise.

Just look at the sun who leaves with a smile so his love could shine.

In this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.

If I were to die and become the star I would just twinkle to see you all the time.

You remind me of a poem I always wanted to write but never had the words to do so.

A river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.

Speak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.

you are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.

Her smile is sunshine on a loud winter afternoon.

We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.

She spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.

You have always been this beautiful long before they came and noticed.

Most of the things he did were naive but he read books and he sure loved her right.

The trouble with writing a book about yourself is that you can’t fool around.

Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself.

Read absolutely everything you get your hands on because you’ll never know where you’ll get an idea from.

The reason I collect good ideas is because plots themselves are very difficult indeed to come by.

When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

I can’t imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once.

Read a lot. Reading really helps. Read anything you can get your hands on.

It is a great thing to start life with a small number of really good books which are your very own.