Root out all the "to be" verbs in your prose and bludgeon them until dead. No "It was" or "they are" or "I am." Don't let it be, make it happen.

Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.

If you want sweet dreams, you've got to live a sweet life.

Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.

Finally, cooking is good citizenship. It's the only way to get serious about putting locally raised foods into your diet, which keeps farmlands healthy and grocery money in the neighborhood.

We came from Bethlehem, Georgia bearing Betty Crocker cake mixes into the jungle.

Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.

Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.

It's what you do that makes your soul.

Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.

I'm very depressed how in this country you can be told "That's offensive" as though those two words constitute an argument.

When you have true love in your heart, You will never be depressed or fall apart.

A community that engages readers and culturally enabled people to connect, support and harness intellectual and cultural capabilities.

Treat your friends as you do your picture and place them in their best light.

I'm a classic example of what can happen if you follow your inner voice. I was cursed with interests and some talent in many different areas. It confuses people.

I'm a fool to keep staying, when you've made hurting me such an art.

Me not showing any emotion is not the best for me. I've tried that. It kind of bottles up, and then at some point explodes.

A pipe for the hour of work; a cigarette for the hour of conception; a cigar for the hour of vacuity.

When I was little, I wasn't so little. I had a big old round belly and I was really clumsy, but I was super confident.

You don't come to see a Greek play and not want blood and gore and depth of feeling from your boots up.