“I shall have twenty cats and talk to them all," she said, picking up the volume of poetry. "My cats and I shall have fish every day for dinner." Her imagination taking flight, she finished, dropping the book into the box, "And I shall memorize every line in this book and paint it in calligraphy on my living room walls.”

“I vow I shall give all my very best books to the underprivileged, once I have read them”

“The Will I fell in love with, she almost said."And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall hit you with my umbrella.”

“I put down my book, The Meaning of Zen, and see the cat smiling into her fur as she delicately combs it with her rough pink tongue. Cat, I would lend you this book to study but it appears you have already read it. She looks up and gives me her full gaze. Don't be ridiculous, she purrs, I wrote it. - from "Miao”

“Yes," she said. "I live in Poverty Vale. The floor of the valley is very hard and poor. But the King walks with me here. Every day he comes and helps me. Every day he helps me bear my burden. Showers of blessing fall every day or two. In my struggles celestial ones camp about me. I feel their ministrations. I enjoy their care. I know what is pain and what is poverty and what is persecution, but while the King walks with me I shall not murmur. Yea, tho I walk through the vale of poverty all the days of my life, yet I shall feast at the table of my King and my cup of joy shall run over”

“I shall keep my book on the table here, and read a little every morning as soon as I wake, for I know it will do me good, and help me through the day.”