God works through people. It’s not me.
On the road, I try to maintain my connections with friends and family as much as I possibly can. That keeps me pretty grounded.
One day you'll love me, the way I love you. One day you'll think of me the way I think of you. One day you'll cry for me, the way I cry for you. One day you'll want me, but I won't want you.
Being disappointed is sometimes an inevitable outcome that no one can control.
Be conscious of one another and everything that we are connected to in this world of ours (not just your relatives and friends).
Being aware is a lot more than just reading a couple of news articles and talking about it on your preferred social network.
Before I began seeing a therapist, I lost a few iPhones due to chucking them across a room.
Some goalkeepers are really sexy with their feet. I have a little sexiness with my feet, but I don't like to bring it out.
Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.
Cold morning on Aztec Peak Fire Lookout. First, build fire in old stove. Second, start coffee. Then, heat up last night's pork chops and spinach for breakfast. Why not? And why the hell not?
Acting is not pretending or lying. It's finding a side of yourself that's the character and ignoring your other sides. And there's a side of me that wonders what's wrong with being completely honest.