Historically, a story about people inside impressive buildings ignoring or even taunting people standing outside shouting at them turns out to be a story with an unhappy ending.

Anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.

Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree on what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.

Temper tantrums, however fun they may be to throw, rarely solve whatever problem is causing them.

I didn't realize this was a sad occasion.

They didn't understand it, but like so many unfortunate events in life, just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so.

Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby - awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.

Chestnuts in stuffing tastes like someone chewed up a tree branch and then French-kissed it into your mouth.

The thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up.

Accidents happen all the time.

Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.

I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.

Black rose, black roseWho’s gonna be your only one?Who’s gonna keep you safe and warm?Run, run my baby black roseI’m gonna find you home.

There is no such thing as cheating. There is only winning or losing.

What I find interesting is that the people that follow your Twitters are called 'followers.' Talk about false idolatry, right?

I hope we get to the bottom of the answer. It's what I'm interested to know.

America's always had a real passion for lunatic movements. That's one of the things we're probably known for around the world, I would imagine.

Writing is communication, not self-expression. Nobody in this world wants to read your diary except your mother.

He was created of a mother whom He created. He was carried by hands that He formed. He cried in the manger in wordless infancy. He, the Word, without whom all human eloquence is mute.

It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.

We read best what we read most.