If you were a crayon, what color would you most like to make out with?

We are the superhero, none of us individually, but all of us together.

Humanity is good. Some people are terrible and broken, but humanity is good. I believe that.

Read books. Care about things. Get excited. Try not to be too down on youself. Enjoy the ever present game of knowing.

I honestly don't know how you live without having a cat inside your house. It's like having a little living piece of art that is also very warm and soft.

Stop listening to people telling us we need to hate each other

Making an un-perfect decision is far, far better than not making a decision, which is the worst possible decision you could make.

Being silly is still allowed, not excluded by adulthood. What's excluded by adulthood is thoughtlessness, so be thoughtful and silly

Some days, it seems to me like the purpose of life is to convert energy into beauty.

‎Sometimes I feel like when someone asks me if I believe in God, it's like a blind person asking if I'm black, so that they can put me in the right category.

I forgot how to throw a boomerang, but then it came back to me.

Students may not remember what you try to teach them, but they will never forget who you are and what feelings you created in their mind.

People don't fall in love so easily. So they don't hate so easily, either.

Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine, oh, gossamer web of wond'rous design! Such beauty and grace wild nature produces... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices!

I realized relatively early on that I had no desire to be a mother whatsoever. I actually love children, but specifically other people's.

This is a way for artists to communicate directly to their fans. If you think of an artist like Bruno Mars, he's using Spotify, creating playlists and listening to music through it.

Practice makes permanent, not perfect. If you practice the wrong thing, you make the wrong act permanent.

I want to bulk up. I'm a skinny guy.

There is, in the end, the letting go.

Nobody asks you to do this. The world out there is not panting after another novelist. We choose it

Man is the only animal who enjoys the consolation of believing in a next life; all other animals enjoy the consolation of not worrying about it.