Day 18 -- Maybe not of all-time, but off the top o' my head

My 10 favorite quotes

Happiness is a warm puppy.
-- Charles M. Schulz

Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
-- Franklin P. Jones

Remember no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
-- Eleanor Roosevelt

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
-- Maya Angelou

Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of, but stigma and bias shame us all.
-- Bill Clinton

When it doubt, write around it.
-- Many Journalists

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
-- Dr. Seuss (Oh, the Places You'll Go!)

Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body.
-- Elizabeth Stone

The wastebasket is a writer's best friend.
-- Isaac Bashevis Singer

That's all I have to say about that.
-- Forrest Gump

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