In everything truth surpasses the imitation and copy.

Though men are apt to flatter and exalt themselves with their great achievements, yet these are, in truth, very often owing not so much to design as chance.

My parents, and librarians along the way, taught me about the space between words about the margins, where so many juicy moments of life and spirit and friendship could be found. In a library, you could find miracles and truth and you might find something that would make you laugh so hard that you get shushed, in the friendliest way.

Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.

Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.