Sometimes, the only way to evolve is to open ourselves fully.

Now I know what success is: living your truth, sharing it.

Decide what your truth is. Then live it.

No matter how smart we may think we are, no matter how committed we are to our truth, we can lose our way.

Ask yourself: what is it, that if I believed it down to my core, would change everything?

The act of going within, finding our truth, and then sharing it, it helps us far more than we know.

One thing I've learned: we don't stumble accidentally into an amazing life. It takes decision, a commitment to consistently work on ourselves.

Pain doesn't last. And when it's gone, we have something to show for it. Growth.

If there's a definition of freedom, I think it's this: living life on your terms.

Success and failure come and go, but don't let them define you. It's who you are that matters.

The things I carry are my thoughts. That's it. They are the only weight. My thoughts determine whether I am free and light or burdened.

Stick-thin, alabaster-pale Etienne LeBlanc runs down the rue de Dinan with Madame Ruelle, the baker’s wife, on his heels: the least-robust rescue ever assembled.

Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion, or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.

I write just because the fire of my emotion is burning. Had I not, I would not have been able to find peace.

He's so small, he's a waste of skin.

I use a lot of humor in my writing. But it's completely black humor.

Hitchcock makes it very clear to us. There's an objective and a subjective camera, like there's a third- and a first-person narrator in literature.

Adam was created, as it were, intoxicated with rejoicing toward God and was delighted also with all the other creatures.

We're living in an era of unprecedented change, and I want to be a part of documenting it.

Sunshine of late afternoon-- On the glass tray a glass pitcher, the tumbler turned down, by which a key is lying--And the immaculate white bed