Everyone's got a different story.

Scared is what you're feeling. Brave is what you're doing.

If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.

Stories are a different kind of true.

Everybody's damaged by something.

Maybe I’m a human, but I’m a me-and-Ma as well.

People don't always want to be with people. It gets tiring.

People move around so much in the world, things get lost.

... where there's one there's ten.'That's crazy math.

I think she was too tired to play anymore, she was in a hurry to get to Heaven so she didn't wait, why didn't she wait for me?

This is a bad story.”“Sorry. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.”“No, you should, ” I say.“But—”“I don’t want there to be bad stories and me not know them.

Nothing worthwhile is gained without sacrifice.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

I have grown up alone. I've taken care of myself. I worked, earned money and was independent at 18.

How bittersweet it is, on winter's night, To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire, As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light, Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.

I had a father who was strong and kind and loving beyond ... at the same time who was extremely puritanical, who had been raised in a religion with extensive morality.

From 16 to 26, no one really knows what they want to do for the rest of their life at that age. Latin's not f - ing one of them.

If God had meant us to go metric, why did he give Christ twelve apostles?

Even after a bad harvest there must be sowing.

Without elegance of the heart, there is no elegance.