So much of language is unspoken. So much of language is compromised of looks and gestures and sounds that are not words. People are ignorant of the vast complexity of their own communication.

Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.

Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.

The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.

That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.

You should shine with all of your light all the time.

That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me.

There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.

This is a rule of racing: No race has ever been won in the first corner; many have been lost there.

He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

We too, must shatter the mirrors. We must look in to ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect and true, stands before us.

Prescribing hard work for the soft, or easy work for the hardy, is generally nonsense. What is always needed in any aim is right effort, right time, right people, right materials.

Religions are many, reason is one, we are all brothers.

Everyone, both big and small, can pull their weight, and ensure that the hopes and dreams of every child become realities.

God is the explanation of all things.

I would tell myself the same thing that I continue to tell myself today, which is don't sweat the small things.

The strong man with the dagger is followed by the weak man with the sponge.

I would like my books to stand as a tool to unbind children from expectations of poetry because it should free the child to self-expression and exploration.

To hear the Treorchy Male Choir in full throat is one of the great joys of choral music.

In the summer after sixth grade, I took a class at St. Robert Bellarmine. My first role, I was the villain in a play, and I forgot all my lines. I think I cried my way through the performance.

I want to be a positive role-model for my daughter. The last thing I want to put out there is that it's acceptable to be too thin or have an eating disorder because you're in Hollywood.