Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.

If baking is any labor at all, it's a labor of love. A love that gets passed from generation to generation.

No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.

Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.

God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.

If we threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.

Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

Baking happens with ingredients that last for months and come to life inside a warm oven. Baking is slow and leisurely.

Family is more than DNA, more than who we used to be, more than we can imagine we will become.

Our awareness of God starts where self-sufficiency ends.

Poor food and water for dinner, a bent arm for a pillow – that is where joy resides. For me, wealth and renown without honor are nothing but drifting clouds.

In fact, I barely missed being number one in France in both schools. In particular I did very well in mathematical problems.

Funerals are all abstract ceremony.

Coming into a game in the eighth or ninth inning is like parachuting behind enemy lines. And sometimes the chute doesn't open. You have to live with that. It's an occupational hazard.

Whereas the melancholic exhibits a state of general inhibition, in the manic patient even normal inhibitions of the instincts are partly or wholly abolished.

I just can't help but see things differently.

Ive been very lucky that Ive never had cellulite. My body was always firm.

Few of humanity's characteristics are more disconcerting than its ability to reduce world-events to its own level, wherever this may happen to be.