I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.

You don't stay married for thirty-nine years because of sex or even because of love, but because your partner is a real friend to you, because they respect and regard you.

Olympia Dukakis

I highly recommend worrying. It is much more effective than dieting.

William Powell

The prevarication and white lies which a mind that keeps itself ambitiously pure is as uneasy under as a great artist under the false touches that no eye detects but his own, are worn as lightly as mere trimming when once the actions have become a lie.

George Eliot

A widow's refusal of a lover is seldom so explicit as to exclude hope.

Samuel Richardson

I just think if you don't say the honest thing, sometimes the honest thing never becomes true, you know, and I-

John Green

My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.

Vladimir Nabokov

It's okay to wander.

Tony Dungy

We're not planning for the future. If we continue to spend ourselves into oblivion, we are going to destroy this nation.

Benjamin Carson

The bad fortune of the good turns their faces up to heaven; the good fortune of the bad bows their heads down to the earth.

Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Without the support from religion--remember, we talked about it--no father, using only his own resources, would be able to bring up a child.

Leo Tolstoy

No one can find inner peace except by working, not in a self- centered way, but for the whole human family.

Peace Pilgrim

Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,when I come backwe will go out together,we will walk out together among,the ten thousand things,each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.

Galway Kinnell