Christmas is a time to mark our progress through this earthly journey. Because of Christmas, this we know: Christ was born for us. He is love, and the plans he has for us always surpass our own.

Love happens when people forgive.

Friends don't get jealous of each other or begrudge the other for finding success. They celebrate every victory together.

Perfect love drives out fear

The next time that boy pursues you, he better do it like a dying man looking for water in a desert. When it's the right guy, you'll know, because he'll cherish you.

God stays awake all the time. In case we need to talk to Him about something.

You don't have love without sacrifice; you can't have sacrifice without love.

God grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss.

Life is too short for half-hearted connections and meaningless run-throughs.

I can spend 10 to 15 minutes with someone, and they can tell me what they're going through. I may never have gone through that, but I get it on a really deep level.

The truth was this: Love is a decision.

...everyone goes home in the end.

I haven’t entirely adjusted to the whole yum, blood, yum aspect of being a vampire. My body wants it, but my head is still like, Ew, that is BLOOD, time to faint.

Be polite write diplomatically even in a declaration of war one observes the rules of politeness.

Intellectuals ... regard over-simplification as the original sin of the mind and have no use for the slogans, the unqualified assertions and sweeping generalizations.

I do a lot of research on the placebo effect, not just in depression but in irritable bowel syndrome, pain, arthritis of the knee, migraine, asthma.

If I like somebody else's tribe I'm going to promote the hell out of it. The whole thing is a democracy, and if somebody's more popular then good luck to them.

[To the mother of two unruly children in a restaurant after the woman said she really didn't know what to do with her children:] Have you tried infanticide?

Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.

Respect the delicate ecology of your delusions.

The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.