A little tantrum in real life seems so much bigger online.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.

I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

Your commitment to Jesus is a beautiful thing, but it will eventually dwindle down, unless you fully understand His commitment to you.

Focused. I'm a hustler. And my hustle is trying to figure out the best ways to do what I like without having to do much else.

We don't have home movies in my family. We have people's exhibit A.

I love what I am doing. I have a wonderful business. I have a wonderful television show that's doing - continues to do phenomenally in the ratings. I mean, it's been really a lot of fun.

It didn't matter that Charlie Chaplin may not have been a great director or a great anything else. He made great movies.

Within the body there is played Music unending, though without stringed instruments That music of the Word pervades the entire creation Who listens to it is freed from all illusion

Socialism will be here the day we share our profits to the degree we share our failures.

Music for me, it demands full concentration.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

Now don't laugh 'cause I just might be...the soft curve in your hardline. (from the song "Hardliners" by Holcombe Waller)