Decisions are beautiful. They are the evidence of thought and care. Decisions are the polishing cloths of life.

I really look at my childhood as being one giant rusty tuna can that I continue to recycle in many different shapes.

I suppose home is, for me, more of a state of mind. It's really more of about being where I want to be with people I care about.

Reading takes solitude and it takes focus.

While I liked hamsters, too, the Habitrail cage was expensive. Even I could see that the interconnecting boxes, tubes, and spheres could easily bankrupt a family and lead to addiction later in life. Because, how would you know when to stop? How could you stop? An entire city could be built with a Habitrail.

God, I felt certain, did not mind that I didn’t press my hands together to pray. I was casual, but I was sincere. I knew that God existed as the Correct Answer inside my chest.

Decisions are beautiful. They are the evidence of thought and care. Decisions are the polishing cloths of life.