Women do date better than men. They'll get prepared. Men just kind of show-up.

Publishing companies and a great many authors have missed the opportunity to capitalize on the very real relationships they create with their readers.

I am not a trained writer and I don't think anyone would accuse me of being a funny person. But I feel God has truly blessed me.

I never stopped believing in my ability or what I was doing. I want to pass that sense of faith and perseverance on to others.

Believe in your work, educate yourself about the business, surround yourself with good people, set goals and timetables and stay focused on them.

Don't date a woman without cable (no cable, no SportsCenter).

I honestly believe that all of my work have the type of impact that will allow me to create some unique opportunities.

Don't date a woman with satin sheets on her bed (she didn't put them there just for you).

My dates are nightmares! If she were awake, alive, not on parole and truly single that would start. Place, time and what we do matters little if I'm out with the right woman.

Women and men basically want the same things. Trust. Respect. Support. Love. Room to grow and a major physical attraction.

Don't get down on yourself when you get rejection letters.

Irony: When those who call others a 'threat to Christianity' reject the crucial tenets of their own faith themselves.

Under pressure, one of the most important things I have to remember to do is breathe.

Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust.

Bill Gates has become the patron saint of philanthropy and the poster child of rebirth, and from what I can tell, rightly so.

Let ancient times delight other folk, I rejoice that I was not born till now.

Maybe I'm just flying my own little ego ship, but sometimes people resent talent.

What matter the colour of the collar around a man's neck, if the chains linked to them were identical?

I didn't quit football because I failed a drug test, I failed a test because I was ready to quite football.

slept all night in the cedar grove, i was born to ramble, born to rove, some men are searchin' for the holy grail, but there ain't nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails

The voice was gentle, like a scalpel petting the short hairs of your throat.