Waiting, done at really high speeds, will frequently look like something else.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.

No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

My heart's in the right place. I know, 'cuz I hid it there.

Bipolar disorder can be a great teacher. It's a challenge, but it can set you up to be able to do almost anything else in your life.

I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I'm still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.

There is no point at which you can say, "Well, I'm successful now. I might as well take a nap."

I get lots of awards for being mentally ill. Apparently, I am better at being mentally ill than almost anything else I've ever done. Seriously - I have a shelf of awards for being bipolar.

You know the bad thing about being a survivor... You keep having to get into difficult situations in order to show off your gift.

A sign of a lover of wisdom is his delight in not running his mouth about things he doesn't know.

because being with you makes perfect sense

The sun came out the next day, which it had no right to do.

Much is being said about peace; and no man desires peace more ardently than I. Still I am yet unprepared to give up the Union fora peace which, so achieved, could not be of much duration.

It is God who works in and through us, if only we would let God do His work.

If you've got a today, don't wear it tomorrow. Tomorrow never happens. It's all the same day.

When I'm alone, I'm in the company of the most interesting dog I know.

I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.

For me, as a beginning novelist, all other living writers form a control group for whom the world is a placebo.

Maybe that's what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.