Light existed all along. Of course it did. Who says it didn't because I couldn't see it?

Having to admit that you are depressed makes one feel less than. Broken. Yes, that's what it is. Broken.

There might not be a measure of happiness left in a life, but there could be beauty and grace and endless love.

When I imagine changing places with her I get the feeling I do on finishing a novel with a brick-wall happy ending---I mean the kind of ending when you never think any more about the characters.

I think many people can relate to that excruciating pain of love gone wrong. I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

It's fun to play a character who lives on the edge, who is an ethical and moral mess, and is paying the price for some of his actions.

The only thing I can say is consistent in all my paintings is vivid color.

We must forgive our enemies. I can truly say that not a day has passed since the war began that I have not prayed for them.

When you retire for the night offer grateful homage to God for being with you all day long.

I decided I can't pay a person to rewind time, so I may as well get over it.

I do love the challenge of screenplays. They're so difficult, such an alien form. It makes them endlessly fascinating. Something I can't keep my fingers out of.

Second, I use inference from technical studies and theories in order to provide practical information for therapists. Those thoughts are several steps removed from scientific validity.