It is your thoughts and your thoughts alone that determine what's possible for you now.

Do what you love. Do what makes your heart sing. And NEVER do it for the money, Go to work to spread joy.

I embrace each moment as an opportunity for a miracle.

I see the universe as naturally and infinitely self-correcting.

I think every writer lives for the thought that there will be a moment when somebody reads something on the page and says, "Yes!"

God is definitely out of the closet.

What if we truly believed that there is a beneficent order to things, a force that's holding things together without our conscious control? What if we could see, in our daily lives, the working of that force? What if we believed it loved us somehow and cared for us, and protected us? What if we believed we could afford to relax?