Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, we'd all be happier.

As long as you live, there's always something waiting; and even if it's bad, what can you do? You can't stop living.

At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.

May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.