A potato is a poor thing, poorly treated. More often than not it is cooked in so unthinking and ignorant a manner as to make one feel that it has never before been encountered in the kitchen.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

I love the power women have. I think women rule the world because they rule men. Manipulating men - that's our job. That's what we're on the planet for.

Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.

No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

My heart's in the right place. I know, 'cuz I hid it there.

Bipolar disorder can be a great teacher. It's a challenge, but it can set you up to be able to do almost anything else in your life.

I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I'm still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.

There is no point at which you can say, "Well, I'm successful now. I might as well take a nap."

How brave a ladybug must be! Each drop of rain is big as she. Can you imagine what you'd do, If raindrops fell as big as you?

In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me.

Space isn't remote at all. It's only an hour's drive away if your car could go straight upwards.

I want to make music. That means I prefer the Steinway piano.

I'm not a person for sitting on beaches. What would I do?

I think school is so important. I was good student. A rebel, but I did well in my studies. I don't close myself to anything. I liked reading and I still love learning. I loved history and German.

Death reveals that the world is not as it should be but that it stands in need of redemption. Christ alone is the conquering of death.

Lazy fokes's stummucks don't git tired.

Authority leads through position. Influence builds others out of relationship.

I see the universe as naturally and infinitely self-correcting.

Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.