The irony of life: Realizing a lifetime is barely long enough to figure out how it should have been lived.

The past exists to make us appreciative, aware, and wise. It is a lesson, nothing more.

Life requires more doing than dreaming of doing to make a dream reality.

When nothing goes my way, when all attempts fail, when the darkest clouds in the sky seem bent on hovering over me while everyone with whom I come into contact flashes a nasty scowl, I find some comfort in the thought of a fresh tomorrow. I am thankful for the opportunity to try again.

I'm starting to think this world is just a place for us to learn that we need each other more than we want to admit.

Life may dawdle along in minutes but don't be deceived, for it will sprint by in years before you even notice.

Far more important than the tribulations and heartaches, the thrills, merriment, and pleasures of life is what you learn from it all. It isn't the tunnel we pass through that matters, it's what emerges on the other side.

I read so I might live a thousand lives in a lifetime. I write to control the particulars in those lives.

Sometimes the craziest laugh in the world is the only one that will save your sanity.