Let’s go, let’s go together toward something extraordinary and I started making plans, thinking we would get that far.

Anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.

Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree on what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.

Temper tantrums, however fun they may be to throw, rarely solve whatever problem is causing them.

I didn't realize this was a sad occasion.

They didn't understand it, but like so many unfortunate events in life, just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so.

Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby - awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.

Chestnuts in stuffing tastes like someone chewed up a tree branch and then French-kissed it into your mouth.

The thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up.

Accidents happen all the time.

Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.

I no longer fear battles and storms that come in the path but afraid of losing someone that is dear to my heart, to whom without winning battles and passing through storms means nothing to me.

The days draw out, the weather gets warmer, and it's what we call summer, with a bitter laugh when we've said it.

The best customer service is if the customer doesn't need to call you, doesn't need to talk to you. It just works.

I fear God never showed mercy to one so vile as I.

I feel like we tend to be our own worst critics.

The more sincere I could be, the better it would be for the film.

I never had little brothers, so I was totally not used to hearing a lot of cussing at a young age! I learned what 'pull my finger' meant the hard way.

To write drama is to leave a can of Coke by the side of the road. Then, sit on that can of Coke. Where's the can of Coke now?

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

Perfection itself is imperfection.