You never question the truth of something until you have to explain it to a skeptic.

If you don't feel free and be yourself, you can't connect. Find people who accept your quirks. They'll heal your soul.

Flattery has a short battery life, but reminding people they are amazing and precious and wanted and works of art can truly change their lives.

People are lonely. They want company and your book can provide them company and a little bit of hope. And there's nothing wrong with that.

What I’m saying is I think life is staggering and we’re just used to it. We all are like spoiled children no longer impressed with the gifts we’re given—it’s just another sunset, just another rainstorm moving in over the mountain, just another child being born, just another funeral.

The early bird catches the worm. But I have never been one for worms. I am not sure what the late bird catches, but I will feast with him today. Probably porridge.

Do I still think there will be a day when all the wrongs are made right, when our souls find the completion they are looking for? I do. But when all things are made right, it won’t be because of some preacher or snake-oil salesman or politician or writer making promises in his book. I think, instead, this will be done by Jesus. And it will be at a wedding. And there will be a feast.