I don't know anyone who ever got deferred pay. I'm the first of my friends to ever actually get a deferred paycheck.

We're not all nice, and there are a lot of levels of ambition and niceness.

In LA, I mean, here's this place full of desperate and sad people who take their only pleasure from destroying others for the purposes of their own self-aggrandizement.

If we had been less reliant on technology and the security that we enjoy in being divorced from what we used to know, maybe things would have turned out differently.

All this technology for connection and what we really only know more about is how anonymous we are in the grand scheme of things.

A lot of our entertainment throws into detail the stagnation and illness of how we live today-it's sad and it's sick... and it's profitable.

Ideally, I'm also sending a message that everything passes, even hope, and sometimes you have to be patient while you wait for it to come back around again.

I am the shortest and least funny person in my family.

I'm not the beautiful one.

I get sidetracked very easily.

I’m afraid to close my eyes, I’m afraid to open them

Louisiana is a fresh-air mental asylum.

Common sense is like deodorant. The people who need it most never use it.

What I hope my liberal friends (and I have more than a few) take from this pontificate is that mercy and truth are never separable in Catholic pastoral life.

I'm not a potato sack; I've never sat on my couch. If I'm home, I'm cleaning, feeding my dogs, doing stuff. Life is too precious to waste time.

There is something even more valuable to civilization than wisdom, and that is character.

My parents were always very supportive and accepting. They even shared my curiosity for life, or perhaps I theirs.

I always try to find the truth in a situation. That unvarnished, pure nugget of truth at the core of every issue that I write about.

If you have acid in food, you need to sugar it. At a high temperature, the acids are changed to sugar.

The problem with Western Christians is not that they aren't where they should be but that they aren't what they should be where they are.

For me, photographs take their power from memory and emotion. A picture tells its own story, shaped by the mood or insights of the person you are at the time you see it.