Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to. This is something that I've struggled with my whole life long.

It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

Maybe people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.

Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.

Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass.

I believe that illness has led me to a life of gratitude, so I consider Lyme disease at this point in my life to be a blessing in disguise.

How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.

A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.

God is willing to walk the earth again incarnate in us.

What is money for, if not to share with those you love and treasure?

There is a devilishly direct relationship between the significance of an idea and how nervous we become at the prospect of having to think about it.

Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you Potter?" "Yeah I am, " said Harry. "Glad we straightened that out.

I'm an artist, so I love the graphic design of Instagram.

You have to have an emotional investment in what you're doing. If you don't love what you're doing, failure is pretty much guaranteed.

I enjoy making solo albums because over the years it's evolved into more of a genuine personal expression of story-telling and day dreams, and I work in a way that has more control.

I think he loved us equally, but differently.

I have a passion for fast cars. To drive them means pure joy to me.

There's a tear in his eye that refuses to fall. If it would land on me, that would say it all.