I read some article where Reese Witherspoon said, "If you're not yelling at your kids, you're not spending enough time with them." It made me feel so much better.

It's a war of attrition. If you have patience and a modicum of faith in yourself your chances are not too bad.

Children are like crazy, drunken small people in your house.

I'm so not stylish by nature, but I've learned to work with what I have.

I'm on a strict gossip diet. No gossip websites, no gossip magazines. Otherwise, I find it paralyzing to exist.

Baltimore is a great place.

I've had a little bad, bad media luck the new year. Well, apparently I'm dating Bill Clinton, which makes me nervous. I didn't know, though.

Success is getting up one more time than you fall down.

I suffer the terrible disease of low self-esteem.

I grew up playing field hockey and lacrosse - prep school sport - and I was terrible at them.

I guess I'm not that aware of such a big fan base. I have a few core people who write me no matter what I'm doing, but I hardly have sacks of mail being dropped on my door!

Spending longer thinking about the problem before you dive in is likely to lead to higher levels of creativity in the final product.

But God has not called us to be like those around us. He has called us to be like Himself. Holiness is nothing less than conformity to the character of God.

You may be able to fool the voters, but not the atmosphere.

One positive statement of good is more powerful than 1,000 negative thoughts; and two positive statements of good are more powerful than 10,000 negative thoughts.

Everybody sounds stoned, because they're e-mailing people the whole time they're talking to you.

I was lucky enough to have parents who started me on music very early, but most kids don't get that kind of exposure.

In art there is a need for truth, not sincerity.

Don't become a slave to technology - manage your phone, don't let it manage you.

After that, anytime she caught me near a kitchen she’d start in on me. So I have an automatic sphincter clench any time I reach for a pan. (Devyn)

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!