“Home is where you can be yourself.”

Once upon a time, fairy tales were AWESOME!

So thirsty,” Jack groaned. “So worried,”said the frog. I hope we don’t starve to death.” “Yes,”said Jill, “not starving to death would be nice.”

“I dont know. You just can’t.” “Oh.” This is, of course, the kind of inane conversation that occurs when people are slowly losing their minds.

But beware, dear reader. For we go out into the wide, wild world, looking to change, looking to grow, looking for wisdom. But wisdom is hard to come by, and once achieved, it is very easily lost.

You see, Hansel and Gretel don’t just show up at the end of this story. They show up. And then they get their heads cut off. Just thought you’d like to know.

There is this weird thing that happens, when you stop worrying so much about what other people think of you…you suddenly start seeing what you think of you.

“So would not thirsting to death,” said Jack “Thirsting isn’t even a word,” said Jill “It isn’t?” “No.” “Then what’s the word?”

You see, to find the brightest wisdom one must pass through the darkest zones. And through the darkest zones there can be no guide. No guide, that is, but courage

When you see yourselves face to face…’ said the third. ‘Then,’ the ravens intoned in unison, ‘you will have found what you truly seek.

The oven became hotter and hotter, and Hansel began to sweat. Then a delicious smell wafted to his nostrils. Oh no! he thought. I’m cooking! He sniffed at the air. And I smell delicious!

There is a certain kind of pain that can change you. Even the strongest sword, when placed in a raging fire, will soften and bend and change its form..

Especially when one is leaving the wide, wild world – and returning to the place you once fled.

I hope that you never will, but, since you’re a person, and therefore prone to making horrible, soul-splitting mistakes

Maybe I’ve been wanting the wrong things.

For, in life, it is in the darkest zones one finds the brightest beauty and the most luminous wisdom.

Trust me on this one. I know this from personal experience.

The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.

Every heart that has beat strongly and cheerfully has left a hopeful impulse behind it in the world, and bettered the tradition of mankind.

Men who do things without being told draw the most wages.

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.

I love Los Angeles, and it’s been very good to me, but if everyone is running around telling the stories, who’s living them?

Nothing hinders a thing from being natural so much as the straining ourselves to make it seem so.

My sister’s also very, very competitive but she is more concerned than I am with being liked. So she hides it away. I try to make my competitiveness part of my charm.