I've never understood why people said 'in your own words.' Who else's words would I use?

There are far too many people for us to think about each of them during our short stay on earth—like the thousands of books in a library we haven’t time to read in an afternoon. But this is no excuse to cease browsing. For every now and then, we find that one book that reaches us deep inside and introduces us to ourselves. And, in someone else’s story, we come to understand our own.

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.

At one time in my career, Barnes and Noble bookstores categorized my books as religious fiction.

Humanity is always looking for the next great world, the next frontier. I wonder how different this world would be if we were content with where we were.

I see people getting so caught up in celebrating diversity that they are neglecting their commonality. I don't see this as a good thing. The Chinese culture has survived for more than five thousand years in part because the Chinese have embraced the same language and culture. I hope I am wrong about this, and that the flame is still on beneath the great American melting pot. Americans need each other, and a house divided, no matter the color of its occupants, is still divided. And divided we all fall.

The reason we start things is rarely the reason we continue them.