You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days.

Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.

The challenge for a human now is to be more interesting to another than his or her smartphone.

There is no such thing as work-life balance. Everything worth fighting for unbalances your life.

Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that's ok with them.

Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year probably isn't learning enough.

Don't despair: despair suggests you are in total control and know what is coming. You don't - surrender to events with hope.

One of the better guarantors of ending up in a good relationship: an advanced capacity to be alone.

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

The only people we can think of as normal are those we don't yet know very well.

We don't really learn anything properly until there is a problem, until we are in pain, until something fails to go as we had hoped ... We suffer, therefore we think.

Everybody's damaged by something.

Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.

We fail in the work of grace and love when there is too much of us and not enough of God.

Performing is one thing, and day-to-day stuff - like the way you talk to people - is totally different. If I acted like I did onstage in normal life, everyone would probably hate me.

Frequently people just vote for the party out of power because they're disappointed or angry at what is happening at the moment.

The best stuff in life isn't stuff at all... relationships, experiences & meaningful work are the staples of a happy life.

It's hard enough doing something bold without jumping into your bad reviews.

The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.

Michael Cole is a visionary!

Her life was like a burst of wild, flowing Chinese calligraphy, written under the influence of alcohol.