Nothing beats a great smile.

Art in the classroom not only spurs creativity, it also inspires learning.

Intelligence is the faculty of making artificial objects, especially tools to make tools.

The deferring of anger is the best antidote to anger.

And yet a child’s utter innocence is but its blank ignorance, and the innocence more or less wanes as intelligence waxes.

You think there's something materialistic about collecting books, but really collectors are the last romantics. We're the only ones who still love books as objects.That's the question, said Jess. How...

You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight...

What with one thing and another, I can't remember ever having been chirpier than at about this period in my career. Everything seemed to be going right. On three separate occasions horses on which I'd...

We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.

This is a story of eternal love, which is born among the ices but which is soon mixed with dreams of death and of a new dawn. The first heroes were those who surrendered themselves to the holocaust of...

Things don't always look as they seem. Some stars, for example, look like bright pinholes, but when you get them pegged under a microscope you find you're looking at a globular cluster—a million stars...

They were already out of her lands, and in another day Yorkshire would be behind them altogether. By the end of the week she'd be in London, resuming her life as if this trip had never happened. Three...

There is a thumping silence, and the light of the one lamp across the wet tiled floor seems conscious that it will illuminate this and many other atrocities, just as it will go on shining through days...

The thrill of theft, of violence, the urge to live easy - is it worth it when we have undeniable proof, yes, yes, incontrovertible evidence that hell exists?

The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents.

She was never satisfied with anything less than perfection, but she was no grind. She was too interested in people.

One of the dwarfs walked in front of Thor to get a better view of the prye, and Thor kicked him irritably into the middle of the flames, which made Thor feel slightly better and made all the dwarfs fe...

On top of the Tree of Life - in the Hall of the Palace - someone had found somebody for whom he had been searching for a long, long time. And the tears of joy which were shed became the fruit of the T...

Netiquette Positive Word of The Day: Beautiful - Highly appealing to the senses and mind. NetworkEtiqeutte.net

My little cup brims with tiddles.