I would gladly have accepted a heaping spoonful of nepotism when I got out of college and was looking for a job.

Our brains are like bonsai trees, growing around our private versions of reality.

Life starts out with everyone clapping when you take a poo and goes downhill from there.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who know where their high school yearbook is and those who do not.

If you have to ask someone to change, to tell you they love you, to bring wine to dinner, to call you when they land, you can't afford to be with them.

Unless you are a professional, you will find the tart to be a high-maintenance, unforgiving whistle-blower of a pastry.

Book tours are such a little tapas meal of where I could live.

No affair that begins with such an orchestrated overture can end on a simple note.

Uniqueness is wasted on youth. Like fine wine or a solid flossing habit, you'll be grateful for it when you're older.

I like to try to do a little work before I do anything in the morning, even if it's a paragraph.

I'm a summer baby, so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory.

Even post true death memories carried on the waves of universal energy will defy the faux perception of finality.

Everyone else we knew growing up is the same: image of their parents, no matter how loud they told themselves they'd be different

I do not document anything, I give an interpretation.

I am interested in challenging the mainstream ideas of what is beautiful and what is acceptable.

I don't like television and movies where it's like, "Well, that was entertaining, but when I think back on it, that didn't really make sense and it's empty." That's like junk food, to me.

Hold on; hold fast; hold out. Patience is genius.

Among its many other obligations, fiction always has to be believable. Life does not have to suffer such constraint, and much of what takes place is believable only because it happens.

Brigham Young observed, "Man's machinery makes things alike" (JD 9:370), while God gives to seemingly like individuals pleasing differences. Secularism is no friend of righteous individuality.

If you give it to God, He transforms your test into a testimony, your mess into a message, and your misery into a ministry.

Message matters. Message matters almost as much as actions.