I'm not actually pop culture or social media savvy. I really didn't know what Twitter was when I created an account.

Be kind to yourself so you can be happy enough to be kind to the world.

Don't pressure yourself. Don't worry about what others think you should do or what the societal "norm" is. Do what moves you and makes you smile and the "good" will follow.

I want to live in a world where 'normal' is an insult.

Even small acts of kindness can make a profound difference to somebody else.

We are bound only by the limits of our imaginations.

I am passionate about tea, running, the idea that we are bound only by the limits of our imaginations, and maple syrup.

I actually think that the most efficacious way of making a difference is to lead by example, and doing random acts of kindness is setting a very good example of how to behave in the world.

I'm just trying to remember what self-respect feels like. It's a fading memory.

Do what moves you and makes you smile and the "good" will follow.

I've always had a fascination with hugging (I'm not really particular about who or what it is I'm embracing as long as there's a “squish” factor).

While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God's creation.

He who loses wealth loses much he who loses a friend loses more but he that loses his courage loses all.

The reason you take antidepressants is to feel calm. And romantic love is not calm - it's elation, it's mood swings, and you're killing all that when you take the drug.

You're here, on your knees, praying as the seconds on your Mickey Mouse clock tick by, but in God's time, you're working with Him at the moment of creation, when there is no time.

What is the goal? A house that is like the life that goes with it, a house that gives us beauty as we understand it- and beauty of a nobler kind that we may grow to understand.

Local color has a fatal tendency to remain local; but it is also true that the universal often borders on the void

A good resolve will make any port.

My sense of romance stretches a little further than a barrage balloon.

Most of suburbia will end up in three ways: ruins, slums, salvage yards for materials.

Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.