Whenever you note the time on the clock, realize that it is now—right now—later than it has ever been.

The word "dis-aster," in fact, means "bad star."

If through a broken heart God can bring His purposes to pass in the world, then thank Him for breaking your heart.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

Every day, we ought to extend kindness to one other.

The more prose I wrote, the more the pendulum swung back toward the middle, merging some poetic sensibilities with the more fundamental elements of creative prose.

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

We all want to have a place where we can dream and escape anything that wraps steel bands around our imagination and creativity.

It's just that a lot of songs that are popular right now, they don't have any meaning

Relativity propped it up, at least gave it the illusion of being there…the way all reality becomes illusory and observer-oriented when you study general relativity. Or Buddhism. Or get drafted.

All the cliches of glamorous sophistication have little appeal to me. Do I want to live the British version of 'Dynasty?' No thanks!

At a certain point, the struggles with teaching and mothering and so on and so forth, those decline, those lessen.