There's an unconscious bias in our society: girls are wonderful boys are terrible. And to be a boy, or young man, growing up, having to listen to all this, it must be painful.

A friend is what the heart needs all the time.

Henry Van Dyke

Man is a shrewd inventor, and is ever taking the hint of a new machine from his own structure, adapting some secret of his own anatomy in iron, wood, and leather, to some required function in the work of the world.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

(When asked: But you have a very open relationship with your fans.) Yes. We have an open relationship. Obviously they can see other authors if they want, and I can see other readers.

Neil Gaiman

In a sense, words are encyclopedias of ignorance because they freeze perceptions at one moment in history and then insist we continue to use these frozen perceptions when we should be doing better.

Edward de Bono

I have found more inspiration in the cottages of fishermen than in the palaces of the rich.

Wilfred Grenfell

I've always loved Christmas and that's not really gone away from me from being a child to now. It's always a magical time and I'm unashamed in my love for Christmas.

Martin Freeman

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.

John Donne

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

James M. Barrie

To judge a man's character by only one of its manifestations is like judging the sea by a jugful of its water.

Paul Eldridge

If the Lord should once more give us sunshine and I do not give you enough fighting, I will never ask you to come out again.But had daylight lasted one hour longer, Stark reported later, we should have taken the whole body of them.

General John Stark, said before

Don't remember me as too nice or beautiful or funny, because then you'll be disappointed.

Celia Johnson

There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.

Rudyard Kipling