I'm not trying to say that I'm sick of Supernatural in any way, nor am I sick of my character, because he changes all the time; it's just nice to do something different.

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).

We pray for the big things and forget to give thanks for the ordinary, small (and yet really not small) gifts.

There is no hospitality like understanding.

A win would be better than a draw.

If I should ever by chance grow richI'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,And let them all to my eldest daughter.

The Friend asks no return but that his Friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other's hopes. They are kind to each other's dreams.

Why had he never appreciated the miracle that he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?

Nothing beats being really honest about who you are and what you need. All the rest just works itself out.

That's universal - we all want to bring every good thing to our children. But what's not universal is our ability to provide every good thing.

The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.

The traveler walks through many mirages before he finds water.