“If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet, write it.”

If you are a dreamer come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tails to spin, come in, come in.

Don’t know where he’s going but sees where he’s been.

Sometimes I get so depressed about what I haven’t done.

Many leaves one tree.

Make it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.

I’ve found my missin’ piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I’ve found my missin’ piece.

Everything isn’t everything.

She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew.

Comfortable shoes and the freedom to leave are the two most important things in life.

Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’t, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.

And the tree was happy.

And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?

It’s all the same to the clam.

Whatever you are is all okay. I don’t like you anyway.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

Books are great. A lot of condensed knowledge in the palm of your hand.

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.

Life-transforming ideas have always come to me through books.

It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.

Her eyes are my favorite book to read.

Words mean more than we mean to express when we use them: so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer meant.

There is no great book than the elders of the home.

Help! Mom! There Are Liberals Under My Bed’ is the title of the book.