I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?

More and more, as I get older, people come up to me and say, 'Thank you for all the laughter.' And my standard answer is, 'It was my pleasure.' But that's the truth.

Meditation is a tool to shake yourself awake.

It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.

I make sure that my pictures are not too erotic and that they always have a trace of humor. I make sure they are ‘in good taste.’ Either you understand it or not.

Only for practical reasons. To find out if I said something stupid in an interview. So I can limit the damage.

So many things can get you high, I'm gonna try them all just once before I die.

In every position that I've been in, there have been naysayers who don't believe I'm qualified or who don't believe I can do the work. And I feel a special responsibility to prove them wrong.

Lord, baseball is a worrying thing.

My own mother died when I was 10 years old. My folks have told me that what little humor I have comes from her. I can't remember her humor, but I can remember her love and understanding of me.