Anyone we come in contact with, we either offer them life, or we drain them.

Be daring enough to be different, humble enough to make mistakes, wild enough to be burnt in the fire of love, real enough to make others see how phony you are.

God loves you unconditionally, as you are and not as you should be, because nobody is as they should be.

To be alive is to be broken; to be broken is to stand in need of grace.

My deepest awareness of myself is that I am deeply loved by Jesus Christ and I have done nothing to earn it or deserve it.

A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God.

In every encounter we either give life or we drain it; there is no neutral exchange.

To live by grace means to acknowledge my whole life story, the light side and the dark. In admitting my shadow side I learn who I am and what God's grace means.

Jesus comes not for the super-spiritual but for the wobbly and the weak-kneed who know they don’t have it all together, and who are not too proud to accept the handout of amazing grace.

Our identity rests in God's relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.

In Love's service, only wounded soldiers can serve.

Everybody’s gotta learn, nobody’s born knowing.

I focus all my energy into become a faster, stronger, and better version of myself.

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better.

The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it?

Failure is usually the line of least persistence.

My whole theory about art is the disparity that exists between form, masses and movement.

Without the assistance of eating and drinking, the most sparkling wit would be as heavy as a bad soufflé, and the brightest talent as dull as a looking-glass on a foggy day.

That very church which the world likes best is sure to be that which God abhors.

Just because you're on the Disney Channel and you always have a smile on your face, they think you're perfect, and it's obvious that nobody's life really is.

I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.