Where you come from does matter -- but not nearly as much as where you are headed.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

If you want to see God laugh, make a plan.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

I think that different things sell in different countries.

When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.