I don't want to go to Peru. "How do you know? You've never been there." I've never been to hell either and I'm pretty sure I don't want to go there.

We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.

I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

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

In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.

No,' he said, 'you only have to live long enough to inspire others to do great things.

Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from our grasp. For the only promise of childhood, of any childhood, is that it will someday end. And in the end, we must ask ourselves what we have given our children to take its place. And is it enough?