We must remember that everything is ordinary and extraordinary. It is our minds that either open or close.

Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency.

Trust in what you love, continue to do it, and it will take you where you need to go.

Handwriting is more connected to the movement of the heart.

We are important and our lives are important, magnificent really, and their details are worthy to be recorded.

I used to think freedom meant doing whatever you want. It means knowing who you are, what you are supposed to be doing on this earth, and then simply doing it.

This is your life. You are responsible for it. You will not live forever. Don't wait.

Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.

It is odd that we never question the feasibility of a football team practicing long hours for one game; yet in writing we rarely give ourselves the space for practice.

Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.

Play around. Dive into absurdity and write. Take chances. You will succeed if you are fearless of failure.

He who puts off the light of another had sown the seed of darkness into his own future.

It is not love that transforms the world, but pity.

I'll always be sad that my marriage ended.

Half as sober as a judge.

A person who says "it's your decision" is informing you that your decision sucks.

God is glorified, not by our groans, but our thanksgivings; and all good thought and good action claim a natural alliance with good cheer.

Humor is his defense mechanism, so that would allow me to talk about some serious subjects, but get a lot of hilarious jokes in.

Even though you can't expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make that attempt.

It is quite unlawful to demand, defend, or to grant unconditional freedom of thought, or speech, of writing or worship, as if these were so many rights given by nature to man.

Why do I not seek some real good; one which I could feel, not one which I could display?