I love my pizza so much in fact that I have come to believe in my delirium that my pizza might actually love me in return. I am having a relationship with this pizza almost an affair. Meanwhile Sofie is practically in tears over hers she's having a metaphysical crisis about it and she's begging me Why do they even bother trying to make pizza in Stockholm Why do we even bother eating food at all in Stockholm

I have been aware all the time did my peoples, spread far and wide Throughout every continent and ocean in the world, were united to support me in the task to which i have now finished with dedicated search solemnity.

One cannot be sure that there is nothing live for but if he is ready to die in the process.

I read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the minute I reached our house, I started to read. Every book I seized on, from "Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-While" to "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," stood for the devouring wish to read being instantly granted. I knew this was bliss, knew it at the time. Taste isn't nearly so important; it comes in its own time.

I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.

God is much in the difficult home problems as in the times of quiet and prayer.

God loves us. He's watching us, he wants us to succeed, and we'll know someday that he has not left one thing undone for the eternal welfare of each of us. If we only knew it, there are heavenly hosts pulling for us -- friends in heaven that we can't remember now, who yearn for our victory.

I reverence the Constitution of the United States as a sacred document. To me its words are akin to the revelations of God, for God has placed His stamp of approval on the Constitution of this land. I testify that the God of Heaven sent some of His choicest spirits to lay the foundation of this government, and He has sent other choice spirits — even you who read my words — to preserve it.

I see now how things even up, how they are squared away, and how they balance under the law of love and justice. No year of life is emotionally, spiritually or even materially, all drought or all rainfall; nor is it all sun. The road turns a little every day, and one day there's a sudden twist we didn't dream was there, and for every loss there is somewhere a gain, for every grief a happiness, for every deprivation a giving.

One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you.

When the danger is past God is cheated.

When the sun is highest it casts the least shadow.

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.