This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

Writing fiction has developed in me an abiding respect for the unknown in a human lifetime and a sense of where to look for the threads how to follow how to connect find in the thick of the tangle what clear line persists.

A lot has been written about Tony Perkins and myself and I figured Let's get it straight. I had a relationship with Tony for two to three years but those are only threads in the tapestry of my whole life.

Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.

I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it as upon a thread of silk opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.

He who every morning plans the transactions of the day and follows that plan carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.

I'll always stay connected with Apple. I hope that throughout my life I'll sort of have the thread of my life and the thread of Apple weave in and out of each other like a tapestry. There may be a few years when I'm not there but I'll always come back.

What is the thread of western civilization that distinguished its course in history? It has to do with the preoccupation of western man with his outward command and his sense of superiority.

Parents are like shuttles on a loom. They join the threads of the past with threads of the future and leave their own bright patterns as they go.

Friendship is the golden thread that ties the heart of all the world.