I'm not sure if there's one right place I'm supposed to be, he said, but I know a couple of wrong places I'd give a second try in a heartbeat.

Anyone can slay a dragon, he told me, but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That's what takes a real hero.

I sometimes wake in the early morning & listen to the soft breathing of my children & I think to myself, this is one thing I will never regret & I carry that quiet with me all day long.

Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.

Most people don't know there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable & fall asleep & miss your life.

I hope someday you see this is all life wants: for you to be your own kind of beautiful & not the kind that makes you forget who you are.

There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.

There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.

If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.

I've always like the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am.

Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life.

Don't worry about it

The three drunkest cities in America: Fresno, Riverside, and whatever Mel Gibson is driving through.

Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson. Always take down your Christmas decorations after new years or you might get filleted by a hooker from God.

Keep showing up for your side of the job and give genius a chance to do its part.

The important question is whether [a theory] is true, not whether envisioning an alternative is too intellectually painful to bear.

Music like religion, unconditionally brings in its train all the moral virtues to the heart it enters, even though that heart is not in the least worthy.

Give me a kiss to build a dream on And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss Sweetheart, I ask no more than this A kiss to build a dream on.

I'm quite satisfied on one thing: If we had not carried out our struggle, Cambodia would have become another Kampuchea Krom in 1975.

It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds; and these invaluable communications are within the reach of all.