A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.

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.

Lord if you can't make me thin - can you make all my friends fat?

Our faith comes in moments our vice is habitual.

America's corporate and political elites now form a regime of their own and they're privatizing democracy. All the benefits - the tax cuts, policies and rewards flow in one direction: up.

Impossibilities are merely things of which we have not learned, or which we do not wish to happen.

Think not that you are thus maintaining the Gospel of Christ when you separate yourselves from the flock of Christ.

While we are reasoning concerning life, life is gone.

I tend to write better when I'm not touring.

Slowly we have lifeted ourselves by our own bootstraps. Step by halting step, we have beat our way back

If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no madman in the world.

By changing nothing, nothing changes.