Women in stores will pull their children away from me sometimes so they won't catch the crazy Creed virus. Other folks are disappointed that I'm not that guy in person.

Nobody steals from Creed Bratton and gets away with it. The last person to do this disappeared. His name? Creed Bratton.

I’ve been involved in a number of cults both as a leader and a follower. You have more fun as a follower but you make more money as a leader.

In case you were wondering, my spirit animal is a duck billed platypus.

No matter how you get here or where you end up, human beings have this miraculous gift to make that place home.

The only difference between me and a homeless man is this job. I will do whatever it takes to survive…like I did when I was a homeless man.

I'm a pretty normal guy. I do one weird thing. I like to go in the women's room for number two. I've been caught several times and I have paid dearly.

When I was a teenager, I was in an iron-lung.

I think if you don't have it [desire], you're not going to be pushed into anything. You've got to want to do something.

I keep busy. That was my nickname in college, 'Iron to the Fire.' I like to keep several things going at once.

Ш'm not cybernaut, this stuff's so foreign to me.

Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

He flushed, the colour dark against his pale skin. 'I mean. Tessa Gray, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?' Jem.

Read everything you can on writing. Join online forums and critique groups, go to conferences, get feedback, and learn, learn, learn!

Retirement: It's nice to get out of the rat race, but you have to learn to get along with less cheese.

If there’s no one else to tell another side - the only story that can be told is the story that becomes true. (p. 173)

O Lord Most-wise, strengthen us by Your power that we not fear the non-believing world neither when they lash us with whips nor when they insult us with words for Your sake.

I think the bar is higher these days in terms of audience expectations of authenticity.

Knowledge of the soul would unfailingly make us melancholy if the pleasures of expression did not keep us alert and of good cheer.

I am a closet birdwatcher. I can identify Southern African species, but it irks me I can barely tell a jay from a blackbird in the U.K.