All your life you pretend to be someone else, and it turns out that you were someone else pretending to be you.

When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.

It is not happiness until you capture it and store it out of the reach of time.

I am never five minutes into stripping the clutter from my life before I start running into the clutter that is my life.

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation - is there a worst trade one makes in life?

In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe.

Better you don't search for who you are until you know who it is you want to find.