I'd always thought telling the truth to other people was hard, but maybe that was a snap compared to telling the truth to yourself. Sometimes we just refused to know what we knew.

Marriage is like a well-built porch. If one of the two posts leans too much, the porch collapses. So each must be strong enough to stand on its own.

...wanting things for the wrong reasons can turn anyone's life into a marshmallow on a stick over a hot fire: impossibly messy and eventually consumed, one way or another.

That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.

You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.

We don't want you convicted for condiment theft. You go to that prison, you'll meet big-time operators. Maple syrup stealers.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn't have something in the first place. I guess that's what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you never had.

If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person's entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.

Real relationships happen in person not through a device.

Decades can pass, You can move countries, Wars can be fought, People can die, People can change, But the stars stay the same.They stay constant, They are really the only reliable things in life

Peppo!" I yelled, pulling at my cousin's suspenders. "I really don't want to be arrested, okay?" "Don't worry!" Peppo turned a corner and accelerated as he spoke. "I go too fast for police!

I went to see the 'Spider-Man' movies because my wife is a fan, and so are my kids.

Every autobiography ... becomes an absorbing work of fiction, with something of the charm of a cryptogram.

What is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.

The difference between true and false repentance lies in this: the man who truly repents cries out against his heart; but the other, as Eve, against the serpent, or something else.

I think you can be defiant and rebellious and still be strong and positive.

For what else is Nature but God and the Divine Reason that pervades the whole universe and all its parts.

In reality, we are still children. We want to find a playmate for our thoughts and feelings.