For I am coconut / and the heart of me / is sweeter / than you know.

Something about your life always makes its way into your stories. Thats just the nature of the beast.

There's something about a blank page that makes me tingle.

Each of us is tied, in some fashion, to the past. We are all part of a continuum.

I'm an artist...The difference is that I don't tell anybody. I refuse to give them new reasons to laugh at me.

Son, don't mind what's missing. Count allthat's free: friendship, laughter, all thelove your heart can carry, and time -- count time.

Round still, but that's fine.Feeling good outside and in.Maybe I'm not thin, but skinny isn't perfect.The perfect size is happy.

Wouldn't it be nice if there weree a planet where the sound of rain falling is like Bach?" he says."Yes, Planet Bach, " I respond.He smiles -"Yes", he murmurs- picturing it, hearing it.

Prayer is a mighty ministry that any believer can have—anywhere, anytime, and in any circumstance.

The truth cannot be deceptive, and one who sees it cannot be deceived.

Discontent arises from a knowledge of the possible, as contrasted with the actual.

Words must surely be counted among the most powerful drugs man ever invented.

The value of moments, when cast up, is immense, if well employed; if thrown away, their loss is irrecoverable.

You want me to do something... tell me I can't do it.

We've allowed our military to decay, and we project weakness on the international stage.

Why on earth declutter when you can just shrinkwrap?

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.