We're seeing a decline in religion in North America but, I hope, a rise in individual spirituality. Whatever that means to people.

The strangest thing about strange things is that they're only strange when you hear about them or think about them later, but never when you're living them.

I hum some secret place into being, thinking of this other me, the one that only I can see, a girl called She, who is not We, a girl who I will never be.

Write,' she said, 'as if you'll never be read. That way you'll be sure to tell the truth.

I'm not alone in having obese people in my circle and in my family. I have loved morbidly obese people, and I don't approach obesity with revulsion or judgment but with empathy and compassion.

Art isn't a product. It's an experience

The city, no matter how small, is corrupt and unrepentant, while the sun shines brighter in the country, making people more wholesome.

the only thing left to do is love

If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead.

How cruel it must be for a man to live past his soul.

Winning the lottery is winning the lottery. It's highly unlikely and very unusual.

Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression."Are you all right?" Simon asked, with some concern. "Your eyes are crossing.

God and government can work together

Mindfulness describes a "state of becoming" that places the individual beyond judgment and definition.

I once worked as a salesman and was very independent. I took orders from no one.

True generosity is an offering given freely and out of pure love. No strings attached. No expectations. Time and love are the most valuable possession you can share.

Happiness involves engagement in activities that promote one's highest potentials.

courage is being scared to death - and saddling up anyway" "A goal, A love and A dream give you total control over your body and your life

One hundred years ago, the slave was freed. One hundred years later, the Negro remains in bondage to the color of his skin.

A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection

I compulsively reach for perfection in music, often at the expense of everything else in my life.