We're born with the desire, but we don't really know how to choose. We don't know what our taste is, and we don't know what we are seeing.

When we speak of choice, what we mean is the ability to exercise control over ourselves and our environment. In order to choose, we must first perceive that control is possible.

We have the ability to create choice by altering our interpretations of the world.

In order to 'hold fast' to something, one must allow oneself to be held to something. That commitment may be one of the hardest things to practice in a world of so much choice.

Choice is the only tool we have that enables us to go from who we are today to who we want to be tomorrow.

Balancing hopes, desires and an appreciating of the possibilities with a clear-eyed assessment of the limitations: that is the art of choosing.

The key to getting the most from choice is to be choosy about choosing.

The typical American reports making about 70 [choices] in a typical day.

I pick what are my priorities and I limit those priorities to less than five in my life and really in those particular areas put in the energy to try to make good choices.

Choosing is a creative process, one through which we construct our environment, our lives, ourselves.

The expansion of choice has become an explosion of choice.

Greater than all the joy of success and victory is the joy of true love and the of giving of yourself.

Every obstacle is meant to be temporary

God loves you unconditionally, even with all your imperfections. But you must do your best to continuously break some of your ungodly habits.

All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.

Be careful with this one" said Dina, bending down to greet the cat. "All cats are half jinn, but I think she's three quarters.

I love 'House' - I love 'House' so much.

My stuff is my stuff. I do it for my own reasons, using my own peculiar set of guidelines. I'm not a student of the genre. I don't care what anybody else does.

In all the good Greek of Plato I lack my roastbeef and potato. A better man was Aristotle, Pulling steady on the bottle.

Boy what a hotel that was, why they stole my towel.

Nobody wants to stand behind a parked car. You got to always follow somebody who keeps it moving.