Kids don’t do what their parents say-they do what they see their parents do. So who was to blame here?

In short, the satisfaction of creating, not necessarily the process, always lifts my heart.

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

When I was seventeen, I worked as a counsellor at a co-ed sleep-away camp for eight weeks. I loved it but it could be harrowing - it was far too much responsibility for someone my age.

It was one lesson he never forgot.You don't sit back when you or a loved one is being assaulted.And you don't act like the goverment with their "proportional responses" and all that nonsense.If someone hurts you,mercy and pity must be put aside,You eliminate the enemy.You scorch the earth.

I try to stress to my children that buying something never leads to true happiness.

Only bad writers think they're good.