Everybody in recovery smokes. If you don't like smoking, don't even bother trying to get sober. Just stay drunk.

You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break, and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies.

...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.

You need to grab your dream out of the sky like it's a kite and pinch the string through your fingers until you reach the spool.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

I can't tell you how much I love Target and Costco, that kind of culture, because it's something I never felt a part of. I've always felt like a tourist because I have never fit in anywhere.

Should I just sit down, right here at carousel seven, and shake until somebody's arms are around me and they're saying, 'It's okay, I'm here, I'm here, come with me to the institute.

You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.

His laugh is made if porch swings and lemonade

But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.

I wouldn't want to waste any of my brain cells on forgiving if it's holding me back.

I mean, my voice has gotten a little deeper sounding as I've gotten older, I think. I noticed that.

I love how much dance is sneaking its way back into society.

It is in disaster, not success, that the heros and the bums really get sorted out.

There's been an increase in the number of Iraqis in training, but more Americans are dying and violence is increasing.

I hold it a blasphemy to say that the Creator resides in a temple from which a particular class of His devotees sharing faith in it are excluded.

God ought to be given the choice portion of our wealth and not its dregs.

I was having serious issues with becoming a diabetic.

When you're hurt or angry, let go by tapping into your humbleness. You want people to remember you for your grace.

This is the best book ever written by any man on the wrong side of a question of which he is profoundly ignorant.

We are often so distracted by the internal war between what we want to do and what we have to do that we overlook what we need to do.