The words, when they came to my heart, were so gentle, and familiar -- and so very sad: What is this you have done?

God has a story to tell about you. A major part of it is you telling yours.

And I know that God made the heart the most fragile and resilient of all organs, that a lifetime of joy and pain might be encased in one mortal chamber.

I was beloved. I had been hoped for. Somehow, I was necessary.

How mighty, how great the One must be, I thought, to send the heavens careening, and yet hear the cry of a single heart.

I wonder now if [the gods] take from us that which we love so we must seek them, if only to scavenge for meaning in this existence.

Think of it. Going to sleep and waking up later in a science fiction future. It'll be fantastic. The shock and the wonder of it.

The five steps in teaching an employee new skills are preparation, explanation, showing, observation and supervision.

Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

If you are going to try and change things, you had better have your wits about you.

Reading without purpose is sauntering not exercise.

It is not your sin - it is your moderation that cries to heaven; your very sparingness in sin cries to heaven!

It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!

Yoga is mind wave quieting.

Placing the blame is a bad habit, but taking the blame is a sure builder of character

I find beauty in unusual things, like hanging your head out the window or sitting on a fire escape.