Losers walking around with money in their pockets are always dangerous, not to be trusted. Some horse always reaches out and grabs them.

Travel spoils you for regular life.

Hatchery fish have the same colours, but they always seem muted like bad reproductions of great art.

The writer's life: Hard days, lots of work, no money, too much silence. Nobody's fault. You chose it.

I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old.

God is our great Master.

I understood books. I did not understand boys—especially alien boys.

Few of us ever touch eternity, and if we do, it is not in the ways we expect.

I confess that I have lived, so I confess that I have sinned.

Our most widely known scholars have been trained in universities outside of the South.

Today, you're 50. Now we can round your age up to 100! Happy 50th birthday!

Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.

I tend to fall for the archetypal, talented, charismatic rock boy.

I get sick when I think about someone going to iTunes and downloading two songs off our album. It's not meant to be listened to that way.

Joy arises only in creating joy for others; there is no other way. The more people you can make happy, the more you will feel happy. This is the real meaning of service.