A bud is a flower-to-be. A flower in waiting. Waiting for just the right warmth and care to open up. It's a little fist of love waiting to unfold and be seen by the world. And that's you.

There's a thin, blurry line between humor and tragedy.

Things aren't ever what they seem to be when you first look at them. What's important is that you keep your mind wide open and try to understand what's going on from a lot of different angles.

I often tell young people that as a writer you are very powerful, that you can make absolutely anything happen.

I write because I love to. I'm very, very fortunate to have found something that I love doing that also earns my living. But to be honest, I'd write even if I weren't being paid to.

Work at your craft, write daily, and follow your dreams because dreams do come true.

Just like when there's a time that a smart person knows enough is enough, there's a time when you know you've got to fight.

But you just gotta understand that that's the way it is and keep on steppin'.

I'm the same age as my tongue and a little bit older than my teeth.

But don't ever call her ex-boyfriends by his name.

Wow. Who would want a fish for a pet when they could have a turtle?!

Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

I don't believe in twisting yourself into knots of excuses and explanations over the food you make.

Truth is sensitive and jealous of the least encroachment upon its sacredness.

Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

Dissertations are not finished; they are abandoned.

It was not by accident that the greatest thinkers of all ages were deeply religious souls.

Congress can grant a waiver [for General James Mattis ] and has done that once in history.

(I'm) much more ... standoffish and hot headed, more intense (than Rashad). Not so dead set on doing the right thing more so than the right now thing; at that age anyway.

Look at these poisonous color maps where flesh trees grow from human sacrifices; listen to these sniggering half-heard words of tenderness and doom from lips spotted with decay