In this age of selfishness, selfless service is the only soap that truly purifies.
Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.
No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.
Through all the windows I only see infinity.
Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.
He [Zampano] probably would of insisted on corrections and edits, he was his own harshest critic, but I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angels of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.
Write what you love. Love will hold you through the hard times and hold the world during the good times.
When I think back kind of on starting my career, the last place I thought I would be would be spending a lot of time in Brooklyn.
A modest little person, with much to be modest about.
When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
No people do so much harm as those who go about doing good.