She meant to write: "Is Christy here yet?"Auto Correct turned it into: "Is crazy here yet?"For once Auto Correct got it right.

It's okay to fail. It does not make you forever a failure. In fact, there are no failures really. Only human beings doing the best they can.

I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.

When I am alone, I drink my tea with pinkie raised, like a kid playing "tea party." At times, a fancy British accent is involved. Dahling!

I want everyday magic.

If you think someone is humble, never tell them so. You will unknowingly rob them of the very thing you admire.

Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.

The night before a deadline, I usually am in desperate need of a back rub. And new wrists. And candy. And little mice to secretly finish the job while I am sleeping.

If I had a nickel for all the times I've been shushed in my life? Bam! Instant millionaire!

Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.

Sometimes I dream so vividly, so expectantly, I wonder if I'm crazy...

Equality and self-determination should never be divided in the name of religious or ideological fervor.

People create their own success by learning what they need to learn and then by practicing it until they become proficient at it.

Even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.

The things that matter the most in this world, they can never be held in our hand.

Many people associate stage fright with a fear of looking ridiculous, making a bad impression. For me, it's like a kind of fever.

We cannot expect too little from man nor too much from God.

As a ten-year-old boy, the Thief of Eddis could stop a grown man in his tracks with a single look. Where had that look gone?

I cannot comment on a video that I have never seen or does not exist.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.

The job is not your work; what you do with your heart and soul is the work.