Growing up crowds your mind with new thoughts and new feelings so that you forget how you used to think and feel.

Growing up is like taking down the sides of your house and letting strangers walk in.

It is odd how one can feel like someone else early in the morning - bigger, cleaner, so much more alive.

Talking about your home town is like talking about your own mother.

That's how it is with art. Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning are incapable of such writing.

Nothing's work unless you'd rather be doing something else.

If you just go with the flow, no matter what weird things happen along the way, you always end up exactly where you belong.

No wonder being a real Christian isn't popular. Who wants to suffer so they can find joy?" ~ Dianne Simmons

Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king.

I could never write my memoirs, just because too many people are still alive and would be hurt.

Prayer is not a pious decoration of life but the breath of human existence.

Our biggest cost is not power, or servers, or people. It's lack of utilization. It dominates all other costs.

Let none turn over books, or roam the stars in quest of God, who sees him not in man.

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.