So basically your plan is to flail about helplessly.

You bring your own weather to the picnic.

The ugliest truth, in the end, was still better than the prettiest of lies.

Only bad writers think they're good.

Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.

..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

There are three things that make a person a writer: inspiration, perspiration and desperation.

Trust is like that. You can break it for a good reason. But it still remains broken.

This is the price you pay for having a great father. You get the wonder, the joy, the tender moments - and you get the tears at the end, too.

A novel is like a sausage. You might like the final taste but you don't want to see how it was made.

Sometimes the loudest cries for help are silent.

Bringing a child into the world is the greatest act of hope there is.

I'm not patient, and some things drive me crazy. In my work, I get incredibly upset when people don't get it right or don't respect others' needs.

Every country my country, and every man my brother.

Your unhappiness ultimately arises not from the circumstances of your life but from the conditioning of your mind.

That's the kind of visual that you're trying to attract - something that in some way or another, connects you to what's happening there in a realistic way.

Some things get better with age. And then there's Madonna.

You are never bereft of your inner guidance.

A good rule in life is to tell yourself simply, 'What comes of itself, let it come.

That’s when this warm feeling buzzes through you and you smile to yourself, knowing God’s watching you, knowing that He knows you’re trying to be strong to please Him.

Que le Dieu qui nous tue nous vienne en aide! God who kills us, come to our rescue!