As I may or may not say to the Lord on Judgment Day, "You ask a lot of questions for someone who has so much explaining to do"

The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise.

You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest.

Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.

For every person you can trust, there was first a child who was trusted.

It's not that perfection cannot be achieved. It's that it's so hard to stop there.

There are more lines formed than things worth waiting for.