Maybe some people just had trouble with forever.

Marriage is like a well-built porch. If one of the two posts leans too much, the porch collapses. So each must be strong enough to stand on its own.

...wanting things for the wrong reasons can turn anyone's life into a marshmallow on a stick over a hot fire: impossibly messy and eventually consumed, one way or another.

That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.

You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.

We don't want you convicted for condiment theft. You go to that prison, you'll meet big-time operators. Maple syrup stealers.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn't have something in the first place. I guess that's what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you never had.

If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person's entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesterdays are burried deep-leave it anyway except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can.

Virtue and merit can become their opposites if they are exacted or compelled.

I'll be so presidential that you people will be screaming loosen up president. Loosen up.

You can't argue with what is.... Well, you can, but if you do, you suffer.

Do one thing at a time and do that one thing as if your life depended upon it.

Writing is solitary, so I love going out once in a while and meeting my readers. I'll often hang with them after a signing for some beers. They're invariably bright!

South Africa was something that just kind of hit me.

Of those things that would make a difference, which are right for me?

Hey, ugly!" Annabeth yelled. I hoped she was talking to the giant, not me.

I have been told I have resigned; however, I'm telling you I have not resigned. Usually a guy knows if he's resigned, but I know that I have not resigned.