Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

I love the smell of my mother’s hair after she washes it.I love the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father’s face before he shaves.But I’ve never been able to tell them.

While you were busy trying to prove God stands behind you, God was before me lighting the trail, so he could lead us both.

We tend to think about fascism in terms of the Second World War.

I think winter wear is communal. You get some gloves and a scarf from a lost-and-found box, wash them, wear them for a while until you lose them. Then somebody else does the same thing

I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now; everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know.

You can't effect the cards that you are dealt, but you can determine how you play them.

Ugly is attractive. Ugly is exciting.

I am simply the very best sports entertainer

Guard against that vanity which courts a compliment, or is fed by it.

Without precisely defined sources, methods, and concepts, it is possible to see absolutely everything and its opposite.

I feel like I have always played within the rules. I would never break the rules.