The promise of eternal life makes people forsake the life they're given.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

When I started writing 'A Million Little Pieces,' I felt like it was the right story with the style I had been looking for, and I just kept going.

The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.

And loss of control is always the source of fear. It is also, however, always the source of change.

Be strong. Live honorably and with dignity. When you don't think you can, hold on.

Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And as ridiculous as it may sound, sometimes all any of us needs in life is for someone to hold our hand and walk next to us.

When something is staring you in the face in your life and you see it with your own two eyes and feel it within your heart only a fool doesn't believe it to be true.

The afternoon and the early evening slide by in a lidded daze where the ability to think in any identifiable way disappears and where every moment seems to be an eternity.

I always wanted to be the outlaw. And that's to a certain extent how I've lived.

And life is a good thing for a writer. It's where we get our raw material, for a start. We quite like to stop and watch it.

People usually gossip about people they don't quite understand, are jealous of, or have other negative feelings for.

The mentality of a believer is a mentality of a person who believes in the victory already provided by God even if it cannot be seen now

Courage in the final analysis is nothing but an affirmative answer to the shocks of existence.

I don't know that I've ever been someone who's interested in existing on tour. I have a lot of interests and a lot of other things that excite me.

The angel is actually the message himself. His appearance is the message that heaven is intensely concerned with us, and that God cares for us like a father for his children.

The immature mind hops from one thing to another; the mature mind seeks to follow through.

The arrow belongs not to the archer when it has once left the bow; the word no longer belongs to the speaker when it has once passed his lips, especially when it has been multiplied by the press.

Everything I have, I owe to baseball and the Dodgers.

Hometown is like my quilts. Sometimes when you are in sweet dreams, you don't feel it's comfortable.