When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.

We have to be braver than we think we can be, because God is constantly calling us to be more than we are.

The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.

Agape love is...profound concern for the well-being of another, without any desire to control that other, to be thanked by that other, or to enjoy the process.

When we believe in the impossible, it becomes possible, and we can do all kinds of extraordinary things.

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us or we light a candle to see by.

Creativity comes from accepting that you're not safe, from being absolutely aware, and from letting go of control. It's a matter of seeing everything - even when you want to shut your eyes.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Because we fail to listen to each other's stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.

If we are not willing to fail we will never accomplish anything. All creative acts involve the risk of failure.

I do not put in long hours at the keys - or very seldom. Instead, I snatch time. I write in the crannies of my life.

Let us remember that within us there is a palace of immense magnificence.

If you're going to be at a job environment, you should love it. You shouldn't do it just for money. You should do it because you love it. And the money comes naturally.

Obviously its nice to give your time and especially when there is money being raised. It's rewarding.

It wasn't my natural inclination to get into writing protest songs.

I was always really shy so I'd never try to get a guy's attention.

The coolest thing I've gotten to do in the past few years is guest star on Sesame Street.

One is very crazy when in love.

Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

Where are the marks of the cross in your life? Are there any points of identification with your Lord? Alas, too many Christians wear medals but carry no scars.