I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.

I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.

Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never eat at a place called Mom's. Never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own.

Anything is possible when tackling a blank sheet with ink. It's less distracting because I'm away from my computer and all of its convenient diversions.

But whenever I look at the question of how to live, the answer's always staring me in the face. I'm already doing it.

I was greatly influenced by one of my teachers. She had a zeal not so much for perfection as for steady betterment-she demanded not excellence so much as integrity.

I'd rather write about laughing than crying, For laughter makes men human, and courageous.

I guess what this is reflecting is my own search for answers that I can't find. Frank [Moore Cross] and I have examined a lot of archaeological materials in the hope of finding out.

It doesn't have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see.

You may choose your song, but know this: Tiny. Cooper. Hates. Over. The. Rainbow.

Misery motivates, not utopia.

Maybe if I could ever be a successful comedian then I could be an example that Christians can also have fun.