Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches.

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, 'Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.'

The only thing that has ever consumed me is love from time to time. Feeling like, 'What is it? How do I get it?'

Hope walks through the fire. Faith leaps over it.

Always turn your wheel in the direction of the skid.

Fear is going to be a player in your life, but you get to decide how much. You can spend your whole life imagining ghosts, worrying about the pathway to the future, but all it will ever be is what's happening here, the decisions in that we make in this moment, which are based in either love or fear.

So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality.