You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

...goals not bathed in prayer or brought in humility before the Lord turn out to be downright useless. They don't go anywhere. They don't accomplish anything.

He had accessorized his life with everything but paternal instinct.

Never discipline whom you've not discipled.

Now you are the helper of this victim, tomorrow the victim will be the killer and you will be the victim.

Strange is our situation here upon earth.

Give guilt - the gift that lasts forever.

Sometimes when you're at your most certain, that's when everything you know is wrong.

I think coaches sometimes foul their own players out of game by benching them too long when in foul trouble

But then you begin to understand that the reward of merit is not life’s business.

God loves you enough to receive you as you are. He loves you too much to keep you as you are.