Right now, it felt like there was nowhere for his thoughts to alight that wasn't rife with land mines of regret or anger or guilt.

People abandoned one another constantly without performing the courtesy of of actually disappearing. They left, but didn't, lurking about, a constant reminder of what could or should have been.

The mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the self-denial that mars our lives.

I'm used to getting up at 7, getting breakfast, getting the kids off to school, and doing the mommy thing and the wife thing and the daughter thing.

Because of the wonderfully positive response to 'Life's That Way,' I am considering writing some more autobiographical stuff - maybe another book. I don't know. It doesn't help that I'm lazy.

I think God runs the show. Completely. Life proves it every day: He runs the show.

As much as I have respect for him, this is for the crowd. The crowd didn't deserve what happened tonight.

The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.

Disciples of Christ abide in His Word. Those who abide in His Word know the truth and are free.

I do what I do. Always.

I have to see a thing a thousand times before I see it once.

The best and most innovative products don't always win...(it's an) aesthetic flaw in how the universe worked