I don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.

Better to be strong than pretty and useless.

What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.

I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.

What you can't run away from, you have to face

Are you listening, little bird?

Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.

If something is visceral and unsettling for me, my job is to not look away, not to punk out. Sometimes the dark things come from places inside me, experiences Ive had, that need to be transformed.

That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you.

His eyebrows drew together. He was perilously close to unibrow; I guess nobody had held him down and administered a good plucking to the caterpillar climbing across his forehead.

The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely.

But you would still settle for me if I were that last, wouldn't you? Women are like that. They have to have a male.

A contra dance is like an amusement park ride we make for ourselves.

Leadership is only courage and wisdom, and a great carefulness of self.

We believe that the materials and the stories taken from the raw can be finer (more real in the philosophic sense) than the acted article.

To those to whom Christ is the hope of future glory, he is also the life of present grace.

At heart I cannot accept that I am a well-known rock 'n' roll star and one of the greatest drummers in the world.

Ethanol and biodiesel allow people to burn a cleaner form of energy.

Empty your mind, stop thinking about anything, simply be.

All the performances of human art, at which we look with praise or wonder, are instances of the resistless force of perseverance.

As I run, I wonder how many of these people helped buy my leg. I wonder about the deep, wide abyss between good intentions and concrete action, and how many of them leapt across it.