There’s always a choice. That’s God’s way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There’s no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.

Only two things happen to writers when they die: Either their work survives, or it becomes forgotten.

You can't be careful on a skateboard.

If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.

You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

How many have to die before we will give up these dangerous toys?

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.