When I look at each of my brothers, I see two things. First, I see the next place I want to leave a rosy welt. Second, I see a good man who will always be there, no matter how hard life gets for me or him. Then, I get out of the way because I realize he's coming at me with a wet dish towel.

Anger is almost always an emotion for people who wish to control others while simultaneously failing to control themselves.

The goal was never dependent on the route that took me there. It was always dependent on the heart that got me through whatever route opened itself up to my efforts.

It doesn't matter if I'm off the beat. It doesn't matter if I'm snapping to the rhythm. It doesn't matter if I look like a complete goon when I dance. It is my dance. It is my moment. It is mine. And dance I will. Try and stop me. You'll probably get kicked in the face.

I'm not going to miss 95% of life to weigh 5% less.

Some moments can only be cured with a big squishy grandma hug.

I will never grow thick skin, so that you don't have to feel bad about being a jerk to me.