I bet you have girls hanging all over you. Dozens would probably kill to be in my spot and here I am, allergic to your bread.” I looked up. “Why? Because of my near godlike perfection?

I find endless sustenance in the creative. I freely drink from the fountain of knowledge. I'm forever the student - considered the teacher.

I thought about the guy in the truck, the focus in his expression, and I felt like I already knew enough of the story to tell it to somebody else maybe better than either of its major players could.

You can't do what you want to, so just do what you have to.

I'm personally a hopeless romantic. I always have been.

The ideal tyranny is that which is ignorantly self-administered by its victims. The most perfect slaves are, therefore, those which blissfully and unawaredly enslave themselves.

Office hours are from 12 to 1 with an hour off for lunch.

The reason that the invisible hand often seems invisible is that it is often not there.

A homeless man standing at the off-ramp: the question in these moments isn't whether Jesus is in Him, but in me.

I want winners. I want people that want to win.

You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy's ranks.