I had a career and I came to motherhood late and am not married and have never had such a trusting relationship with a man - and trust is where the real power of love comes from.

Just have fun. Smile. And keep putting on lipstick.

I never understood the idea that you're supposed to mellow as you get older. Slowing down isn't something I relate to at all. The goal is to continue in good and bad, all of it.

Memories are simply moments that refuse to be ordinary.

This living stuff is a lot. Too much, and not enough. Half empty, and half full.

A sense of freedom is something that, happily, comes with age and life experience.

I don’t think that because I’m not married it’s made my life any less. That old-maid myth is garbage.

Humor helps us get through life with a modicum of grace. It offers one of the few benign ways of coping with the absurdity of it all.

Even though all these obstacles keep coming at you, you just have to keep going through them. Because it's worth it to do something in your life, as opposed to fantasizing about doing something.

Why black and white? Because color can be too demanding.

I'm a hoarder. For me, documentation has always been key, and I've kept everything from my past.

Music defines us, for it shapes our souls and minds.

We are all time travelers, we just don't know it yet.The only problem is that we only have a one way ticket, destination: FUTURE.

Faith is the angelic messenger between the soul and the Lord Jesus in glory.

It's probably similar to being in New York City and having a cab driver behind you and you're driving too slow. It's not the most pleasant thing.

I had a mother who taught me there is no such thing as failure. It is just a temporary postponement of success.

The investigator should have a robust faith - and yet not believe.

I want to be remembered as one who tried.

With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.

But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.

There are holes in the sky Where the rain gets in, But they're ever so small That's why rain is thin.