Writing for me is largely about rewriting.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

The Maker is mighty in strength.

The only difference between you and the star is that you shine below, and the other shines above: Wherever you are located, You are a star!

On long haul flights I always drink loads and loads of water and eat light and healthy food.

Place a name upon the night One to set your heart alight And to make the darkness bright Paint the sky with stars.

My son complains about headaches. I tell him all the time, when you get out of bed, it's feet first!

Remember this: No one is looking at your imperfections; they're all too busy worrying about their own.

Yes, there's genetics. Yes, there are chromosomes. Yes, there's biology. Yes, there are environment, sociology, parenting, economics, class, and all of that. But there is something else, as well.

Good marketers see consumers as complete human beings with all the dimensions real people have.

I occasionally borrow pot from my kids. They do a little weed occasionally. 'Here, Dad' — or more likely, 'Dad, have you got any?'

What's great about art is that if you can reach people, if they hear or see what you do and it moves them, there's a commonality.