Very often I'll find out at the end of a book what I put in at the beginning. A sort of process of elimination and discovery in one.

The first great real intimacy between two people begins when secrets are told.

How easily we ignore or forget the small kindnesses and considerations in life which are really the only everyday magic we witness on a regular basis. Just think- to make happiness out of nothing more than a few kind words or a generous gesture.

Fear pounds on the door to our heart demanding to be let in. Joy is modest and often comes into our lives like a shy person entering a room; it can take a while to even notice it's there.

I forgive nothing. If you stole my orange crayon in the fifth grade, you're still on my hit list, buddy.

Most men think they are good drivers. Most women think they are good in bed. They aren't.

Yo can always take back the lost parts of yourself if you can find and recognize them.