Imagination and invention go hand in hand. Remember how lack of resources was never a problem in childhood games? Shift a few pieces of furniture around the living room, and you have yourself a fort.

There was that half-smirk again, playing around his lips, as if he was deciding whether the situation was amusing enough to warrant a full smile.

That was one of the saddest things about people--their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.

If you try to use Christ as a solution to your problems, it will not work. You have to serve Him in order for Him to serve you.

How could you tell children they were playing with fire if they´d never had the experience of being burned?

The righteous ones are always exhausting to have around.

You've written three lines" "Three carefully considered lines,"Xavier objected. "Quality over quantity, remember

Sometimes you meet a person and you just click-you're comfortable with them, like you've known them your whole life, and you don't have to pretend to be anyone or anything.

...nothing is permanent. Everything and everyone you know can change at any moment. That's how I see things now - except for you. You're the one constant in my life.

Sometimes it's the little things that count most.

Never love that which you cannot keep.

Anytime someone says your God is ugly and you release your God and join their God, there is no hope for your freedom until you once more believe in your own concept of the 'deity.'

My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.

Jesus, that ear. He should donate it to The Smithsonian. Brian Wilson, he made all his records with four tracks, but you couldn't make his records if you had a hundred tracks today.

I actually have a great deal of respect for antidepressants; I think they can be enormously mighty tools toward recovery.

I met this homeless man who had never owned a shirt in his life. He had taken his pants and worn them as a shirt and I thought it was so creative. He was liberated from the conventions of fashion.

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - he hath awakened from the dream of life - 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.

We create stories to define our existence. If we do not create the stories, we probably go mad.

One of my core beliefs is that belief itself is a choice that can be made of our own free will.

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky

Taint no law on earth dat kin make a man be decent if it aint in 'im.