You need to eat well, sleep well, and have a roof over your head, but don’t go much further than that before extending yourself to others.
We often disguise our reflexes as deliberate actions.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.
Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.
Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
You have to get something down, and then find ways of working in complexity and different layers of meaning. . . My first drafts are usually the ravings of a delusional fantasist.
You can attract more bees with a spoonful of sugar than a cupful of vinegar.
Jesus says in Matthew 25, no man knows the day nor the hour, neither the angles nor the son but only the Father which is in heaven. Now if Jesus didn't know when he was coming back, it's crazy for me to try to think.
There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it.