Half the time I don't know what I'm trying to say.

She knows who she is. She just forgot for a little while.

Passion about nothing is like pouring gasoline in a car without wheels. It isn't going to lead anybody anywhere.

The people I used to be surrounded by are getting along without me. Somehow, that really bugs me.

You can't tell a good story without conflict - the story can't be beautiful or meaningful. We're taught to run from conflict, and it's robbing us of some really good stories.

One of the things I associate with God is a sunrise. How many sunrises have you missed over the years, and God created that?

Nothing is going to change in congo until you and i figure out what is wrong with the person inside the mirror