The world we inhabit is one where children feel sorrow long before they have the words to express it.

To walk in faith is to confess that we do not know what awaits us, and the faith I have embraced does not promise an easy road.

I, the infirm, find myself caring for the sorrows and fears of the well.

Often the best gifts we can give each other cost nothing.

With all due respect to my surgeon, in a perfect world he would be out of a job.

Denial of the Self accomplishes nothing.

Though I despise it, I do not doubt His Love for the creatures. I have seen it —His ever-reaching outward for any hand that might reach back. At His love, I tremble yet believe.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

We always feel pretty creative as far as writing songs. We write them together; we just get in a room, or on occasion in Flea's garage. We just sort of improvise, like jazz musicians.

He could not - say rather, he would not - deny himself the chance of the pleasure of seeing Margaret. He had no end in this but the present gratification.

Intention, good or bad, is not enough.

I've had to learn that not everybody does things my way. But I do expect the absolute best of everyone around me, and I'm disappointed when people don't expect that of themselves.

Capitalism would have never let me be a filmmaker, living in Flint, Michigan with a high school education. I was going to have to make that happen myself.

I'm obsessed with shopping. I'll get these urges to buy, like to shop for stuff on the Internet. I search for all kinds of weird gizmos I could get.

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.