My reasoning, if one can call it that, was inflamed by the scatter shot passions of youth and a literary diet overly rich in the works of Nietzshe, Kerouac, and John Menlove Edwards.

When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God’s light shines through you.

Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon.

The core of mans' spirit comes from new experiences.

You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only...from human relationships. God has placed it all around us...and all you have to do is reach for it.

The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.

Most climbers aren't in fact deranged, they're just infected with a particularly virulent strain of the Human Condition.

Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.

It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it.

I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth.

I was dimly aware that I might be getting in over my head. But that only added to the scheme’s appeal. That it wouldn’t be easy was the whole point.

The paradox of endurance sports is that an athlete can never work as hard as he wants, because if he pushes himself too far, his hematocrit will fall.

It was a startling task to undertake, for the Book of Mormon had never been illustrated before, at least on any professional level. There were no precedents.

A man who seeks escape from the responsibility of supporting his life by his own thought and effort, and wishes to survive by conquering, ruling and exploiting others, is NOT an Individualist.

Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!

I hate a macho sort who doesn't cry. They have to be a bit sensitive, don't they? They have to be a bit sensitive, don't they?

Most of the Jewish writer friends I have are American, and I feel closer to them because they're always obsessed with one issue - identity: what does it mean to be an American Jew?

What's the go of that? What's the particular go of that?

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

Now that you're gone, it hit us, super hard on Thanksgiving and Chrismas, this can't be right, yo you heard the track I did called this can't be life

Minority views expressed in films simply don't sell tickets.