Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

Your values form the foundation of your life. They also form the foundation of your dreams. And just as each person’s values are unique, so are each person’s dreams.

Do me the kindness of at least scraping me from the bottom of your shoes.

Against stupidity, God Himself fights in vain.

What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?

There's all different kinds of people, but I don't think it's that unusual that once you get like a little power, you get to do your weird thing even more.

I can't think of another attitude to have toward an audience than a hopeful and positive one. And if that includes such unfashionable things as sentimentality, well, I can afford it.

I think people use fame as an excuse to lose their faith. Faith is obviously my number one priority and I think you need to put God at the top of everything you do.

You gotta keep falling in love. You gotta believe in it. What are you going to do... give sheep the vote?

The Victorians needed parody. Without it their literature would have been a rank and weedy growth, over-watered with tears.

War is at best barbarism.