Shel Silverstein The Giving Tree Quotes & Sayings

FACE ONE WEARS as an adult is a mask that's cut to fit in her youth." There are many kinds of masks, Anna thought. Theater masks and Halloween masks and surgical masks and fencing masks and diving masks and wrestling masks and ski masks. Welding visors and face cages, blindfolds and dominos. And death masks. The Doktor continued. "Every mask becomes a death mask when you can no longer put it on or take it off at will. When it conforms to the contours of your psychic face. When you mistake the persona you project for your living soul. When you can no more distinguish between the two. — Jill Alexander Essbaum

Records are one thing, and obviously, without hit songs, you don't have the opportunity to do your shows. But my live show has always been my selling tool. — Jason Aldean

I think so often, especially if the work is perceived of as being drawn from life, the woman, not her book, is reviewed. — Kate Zambreno

Everyone wants to know where evil comes from and why the world is riddled with it. Why doesn't anyone ask where goodness comes from? — Sylvain Reynard

There was this book Dad used to read to me every night called "The Giving Tree." It was a really good book, but the back of it had a picture of the author, this guy named Shel Silverstein.
But Shel Silverstein looks more like a burglar or a pirate than a guy who should be writing books for kids.
Dad must have known that picture kind of freaked me out, because one night after I got out of bed, Dad said: "IF YOU GET OUT OF BED AGAIN TONIGHT, YOU'LL PROBABLY RUN INTO SHEL SILVERSTEIN IN THE HALLWAY."
That really did the trick, Ever since then, I STILL don't get out of bed at night, even if I really need to use the bathroom. — Jeff Kinney

People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush. — Li-Young Lee

On the field of The Self stand a knight and a dragon. You are the knight. Resistance is the dragon. — Steven Pressfield

Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity. — Honore De Balzac