Play until it's time to rest, then rest until it's time to play.

Basic human contact - the meeting of eyes, the exchanging of words - is to the psyche what oxygen is to the brain. If you're feeling abandoned by the world, interact with anyone you can.

Given the eclectic and constantly shifting nature of my metaphysical inclinations, I will probably never feel certain exactly what an angel is.

At times in my life, I have been utterly lonely. At other times, I've had disgusting infectious diseases. Try admitting these things in our culture.

If you're feeling abandoned by the world, interact with anyone you can.

Instead of fretting about getting everything done, why not simply accept that being alive means having things to do? Then drop into full engagement with whatever you're doing, and let the worry go.

Don't expect the future to look like the past. Clear away expectations, and let yourself picture a wild, grand new world.

Whether you've seen angels floating around your bedroom or just found a ray of hope at a lonely moment, choosing to believe that something unseen is caring for you can be a life-shifting exercise.

Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld.

Standards of beauty are arbitrary. Body shame exists only to the extent that our physiques don't match our own beliefs about how we should look.

Every day brings new choices.

But little Carlos's most important defense was not his good punch but rather the beginnings of a great education.

Nostalgia is your brain's way of photoshopping the blemishes of your past.

No mind is much employed upon the present recollection and anticipation fill up almost all our moments.

Truth must necessarily be stranger than fiction, for fiction is the creation of the human mind and therefore congenial to it.

I directed an episode of Touched by an Angel a couple of months ago, and I will be doing more of that. I just like to keep a bit of variety going; it keeps things interesting.

In the scenes of moral life the soul is at once actor and spectator.

I find celebrity status difficult to bear when I am in the company of my mother.

Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.

As sure as God is good, so surely there is no such thing as necessary evil.

I think I can finally say I am at my most confident and comfortable out there, physically.