Quotes from Lynn Johnston

The most profound statements are often said in silence.

Sure, I've had some bad times, but everybody does. But people don't get to talk about them like I do, unless they do to a therapist. People don't get to put them in the paper like I do.

That's what my mother did. And my father was the first person she'd met who treated her kindly. She was terrified of men, and she married a very meek, kind, dear man. And she had the upper hand. She ruled the roost.

People never knew we were poor, but out of that poverty came the most incredible inventions - board games, recipes... we never stopped inventing.

Memories and magic is what Christmas is all about.

Only a couple of times have I ever been to church and felt enlightened by it.

You think about child abuse and you think of a father viciously attacking a daughter or a son, but in my family it was my mother. My mother, I would say, was a...very brutal disciplinarian.

Not being able to sleep is terrible. You have the misery of having partied all night... without the satisfaction.

I was just so lucky to have a wonderful life after a tough marriage.

In a way, a certain amount of self-criticism is a good thing, because it keeps you humble. Realizing that no matter what success you've achieved, you can still make enemies makes you humble, too.

When Kate was born, she was born into a world of joy and happiness and confidence. The difference between the children is night and day. She's happy, she's thriving, she's full of self-confidence. I tell her she's beautiful every day before I send her off to school.

And my father was a comic. He could play any musical instrument. He loved to perform. He was a wonderfully comedic character. He had the ability to dance and sing and charm and analyze poetry.

Complaining is good for you as long as you're not complaining to the person you're complaining about.

No matter how old you are, there's always something good to look forward to.

The most profound statements are often said in silence.

An apology is the superglue of life! It can repair just about anything!!

On a lazy Saturday morning when you're lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one. Are you awake, or are you dreaming? You see people and things; some are familiar; some are strange. You talk, you feel, but you move without walking; you fly without wings. Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes. Time stands still. For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come.

Not being able to sleep is terrible. You have the misery of having partied all night... without the satisfaction.