All freedom comes from discipline.

Everybody thinks their opinion is the right one. If they didn't, they would get a new one.

He told me about his monster. His sounded just like mine without quite so much mascara. When people shine a little light on their monster, we find out how similar most of our monsters are.

Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist's true friend.

Some people wanted to get rich or famous, but my friends and I wanted to get real. We wanted to get deep. (Also, I suppose, we wanted to get laid.)

This is one thing they forget to mention in most child-rearing books, that at times you will just lose your mind. Period.

Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.