The ability to see our lives as stories rather than unrelated, random events increases the possibility for significant and purposeful action.

Stories make it possible for us to be human.

Nothing worthwhile is easy.

Broken stories can be healed. Diseased stories can be replaced by healthy ones. We are free to change the stories by which we live.

A community, a family, is a group of people who share common stories. The health of any community depends directly on the health of the stories the community embraces.

Few things are as encouraging as the realization that things can be different and that we have a role in making them so.

We do not choose between a life of difficulty and a life of ease. We simply choose for what purpose we will work, sometimes suffer, and hopefully endure.

We live in stories the way fish live in water.

Pull a thread in my story and feel the tremor half a world and two millenia away.

We're not in people's faces, but I guess we're kind of in people's ears.

Reflection on the infinite seems to call, almost by definition, for infinite reflection.

Love at infancy is the strongest and puriest of all, it is mixed with infatuation and deep happiness.

The only thing that deeply frustrates me is the slow speed [of major labels]. The more people involved, the slower the pace.

It's hard to be scared when there are 80 people around you.

Worry is wasteful and useless in times like these.

When you expand your ability to see, you understand that there are a lot of false choices being offered.

To see men admitting that you are what you believe yourself to be, is one of the triumphs of existence.

Take inventory of yourself, see if any remnants of fear are standing in your way. Then you may grow... because nothing, absolutely nothing, can stand in your way.

I think myself obliged, whatever my private apprehensions may be of the success, to do my duty, and leave events to their Disposer.

Conversation's got to have some root in the past, or else you've got to explain every remark you make, an' it wears a person out.

Nature is economical. She puts her lights and darks only where she needs them.