Perhaps all human interaction is about wanting and getting.

Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.

...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.

If swans weren't real myths'd make up.

Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.

Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.

You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human.

I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.

I grew up next to the ocean, on the coast, and would dance the salsa all day, so I just learned those rhythms and knew how to move my body when I was very little.

The land was then covered with morasses and forests, which spread to a boundless extent, whenever man has ceased to exercise his dominion over the earth.

You're in a world of diversity. You see things through a glass darkly. There is a separation everywhere.

Prayer is listening as well as speaking, receiving as well as asking; and its deepest mood is friendship held in reverence. So the daily prayer should end as it begins - in adoration.

Beauty magazines make my girlfriend feel ugly.

By the visual pattern, but mostly I'm guided entirely by my ear, what I hear.

I wanted something very dense, something that would sustain long and more pieces of wood that would be soft, sweet, for more of a mellow sound.

Everyone in America likely has a bullying story, whether as the victim, bully or as a witness.

Mormonism is not simply a commitment to a theology or a church practice, but a social-cultural order.

The passions are the winds which fill the sails of the vessel; they sink it at times, but without them it would be impossible to make way.