Anyone who's ever gone from warm and bright to cold and dark knows how I felt.

Somewhere, excitement waited for me like an uncut cake.

All around us, birds woke up the sky.

But the wind always swept my words away like cloud shadows, as if it mattered more that I said them, than who heard them.

I slept so long and hard that when my mother woke me the next morning I was a stranger to myself.

And that's when I felt the first wave of sorrow that came from keeping a new secret.

Motivation is the power behind plot.

If what they are saying about you is true, mend your ways. If it isn't true, forget it, and go on and serve the Lord.

I used to love comic books, and I love American comedy, and neither are afraid to tackle big themes.

I just - you know, some people just have some very full laughter - full of joy - and have no shame or fear of letting that out.

What I really need is to get clear out about what I must do, not what I must know, except insofar as knowledge precedes every act.

You can share your testimony in many ways, by the words you speak, by the example you set, by the manner in which you live your life.

I think I'd take a human butler over a robot one.

I do not know myself how I paint it. I sit down with a white board before the spot that strikes me. I look at what is before my eyes, and say to myself, that white board must become something.