When you're writing, at least when I'm writing, I don't think about themes and I try not to sermonize with any particular message.

I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.

Sometimes it's better not to look back.

If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?

Sometimes you just need to go through a door.

I was here for a reason. There was something I was meant not simply to be, but to do- and it wasn't to run or hide or give up the minute things seemed terrifying and impossible.

I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

If you must fail ... fail spectacularly!

We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.

There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.

People will kill you. Over time. They will shave out every last morsel of fun in you with little, harmless sounding phrases that people uses every day, like: 'Be realistic!'" (2009)]

Becoming a Leader of Character changes lives—our lives and the lives of the people we touch.

What people say realistic, may not necessarily the same as what we think. At the end we will know which one Is ourselves, which one is not.

God’s not in the business of pampering His children. He’s in the business of perfecting them.

What do you really want? Sit down and write it out on a piece of paper. Write it in the present tense.

Because men have so long ruled the world, it does not follow that the philosophy by which they have ruled it is the correct one.

God has ordained that our preaching become deeper and more winsome as we are broken, humbled, and made low and desperately dependent on grace by the trials of our lives.

No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

I think Hillary Clinton's nomination and I think Donald Trump's nomination, I think the media played decisive roles in both of them.

The catastrophist constructs theories, the uniformitarian demolishes them.