Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam!
There is more at stake here than just our lives. It is the lives around us.
You are not just anyone. One day, you're going to have to make a choice. You have to decide what kind of man you want to grow up to be. Whoever that man is, good character or bad, it's going to change the world.
You can be the world's greatest hero or its most mild-mannered citizen, but the only person who can write your story. . . is you.
We like t'believe that everything's got an explanation. . . that our years on this earth make a safe kinda sense. We build ourselves up with explantions and rationalizations t'make us nice and comfortable--an' some people manage t'get through their lives without ever having to question any of it. But I think most of us have learned that. . . just when we least expect it. . . something comes droppin' down out o' the heavens. . . that blows all our comfortable ideas right t'pieces.
You're the answer to are we alone in the universe?
I take two hours off for my family every day. And then I write fourteen hours.
Pride is all very well, but a sausage is a sausage.
I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.
The import is not the kind of work woman does, but rather the quality of the work she furnishes.