Growing up is like walking through glass doors that only open one way--you can see where you came from but can't go back.

Take care not to listen to anyone who tells you what you can and can't be in life.

When I write now, I pretend I'm holding hands with the old me. I try to make sense of all those questions for her.

Nothing ends. There is only transformation, ugly as it may be.

What people think, believe, and feel affects how they behave. The natural and extrinsic effects of their actions, in turn, partly determine their thought patterns and affective reactions.

For me, everything has always been an accident.

Colour is not the issue in America; class is.

Do not engage to find things as you think they are.

What I know for sure is that what you give comes back to you.

From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life.

... if, to me, to live is Christ (Phil. 1:21), truly my words ought to be about Christ, my every thought and deed ought to depend upon His commandments, and my soul to be fashioned after His.

I love the morning time. There's something about having the day in front of you.

For the moment, what we attend to is reality.

Some of us are sixty feet long with a brain the size of a walnut.