It seems to me that what the artist sees is the simple and obvious that is invisible to everybody else.

Eventually we all have to accept full and total responsibility for our actions, everything we have done, and have not done.

He didnt know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend.

There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.

But to believe that getting stuff is the purpose and aim of life is madness.

I knew the alphabet. Maybe I could be a writer.

No matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don't fulfill.

Everything about it was wrong. Thats why it worked so good.

The responsibility of the artist is to transcend the human ego.

For weeks Tyrone thought he was going to die any minute, and there were also times when he was afraid he wasnt going to die.

Life was not longer something to endure, but to live.

And I guess at the end of the day, you’re just amazed that I can still stand, and I’m just amazed that I can stand still.

Generally, a woman would rather be married to any man that she doesn’t hate, than remain unmarried to a man that she loves.

Stigma against mental illness is a scourge with many faces, and the medical community wears a number of those faces.

He couldn't imagine, couldn't imagine the horror of scrubbing your own father's blood out of the floor. Better to set the whole house on fire, better to leave and never come back."pg 338

Vanity is easily forgiven, for we are all vain, and even as we laugh at the weakness of others we feel that their vanity has touched the responding chord of our own.

I'd never been content in America

Jesus called us to abide in Him. The foundation of this reality means to talk with Him.

At last he came to a door, with these words in glowing emeralds: THE END OF THE WORLD He did not hesitate. He opened the door and stepped through.

It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.

The love of God is not only the highest form of love, but also in reality the only love of which all other loves are but shadows