It’s not where you are from (basically it’s not based upon tradition) that determines who you are. But, it’s really based upon your personality on how people will view and treat you.

Magic is always there. Sometimes it just takes an artist to find it and show the rest of us where to look.

poor” status, was really only a dream; reality usually took precedence over everything else, especially dreams.

The work is at such a high level and is so well executed, it really is a matter of taste… [Source: Project Runway — but consider, applied to the theme of book reviews, it seems...

I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement...

I was asking if unwinding kills you, or if it leaves you alive somehow. C’mon—it’s not like we haven’t thought about it.” (…)What do you think, Connor?” asks Hayden. “What hap­pens to your soul when...

We know dates and times and locations and participants but accounts of what happened depend upon the perspective from which the event is viewed.

It’s not a bad lesson to learn in the bleaker months: how you view a storm is a question of perspective; provided you find the right rock to watch it from, it could be the...

Sometimes you must agree with someones opinion for the sake of being polite and modest, but within you, you know that you are not foolish and crazy.

Who gets to be the judge of reality? If it was deeply felt, believed, spoken about often or altered your life course, then it was real enough. Faith doesn’t get the luxury of all those...

I am a rebel! But I don’t want people to agree with my views, because if everyone agreed with me then I wouldn’t be rebellious anymore. Did you hear what I heard? Because I heard...

There is the truth , the perception of truth, and versions that don’t even come close; but it’s the perception that creates the most conflict every time.

If you want to discover the true character of a person, you have only to observe what they are passionate about.

….it struck her that that perhaps everyone had the ability to see themselves in others. Even in the rocks. Even in the roses.

The world is full of opinions. But I am not searching for opinions, I’m searching for truths.

Just when you thought you’d considered all the angles, life goes from a square to a cube. Love should also be 3D.

It’s good to look at life from the bottom up so you can see that things have risen above what they once were.

Unsure how to answer, I took another grape. Time was no problem for me, but I wasn’t eager to hear the long life story of a dwarf. And besides, this was a dream. It could...

A dreadful thing one day befell me when a horse came to stand on my toe. Having no power to remove him, I found that I could not go.An awful thing sometime later befell me...

People make mistakes in life through believing too much, but they have a damned dull time if they believe too little.

I am grateful for the rare opportunities to look at my circumstances from a higher perspective, one detached from the dim outlook I normally insist on seeing. These periodic glimpses show me life’s grandeur.

I start to think, ‘It’s awful being too poor to even buy my own dress for homecoming.’ But that’s instantly swept away by another thought: ‘I’m so lucky that someone cates enough to loan me...

So it’s not all that important who people really are. Honestly, you could end up spending your life with almost anyone, and it wouldn’t matter who – because the person they are to you is...

We speed through the streets past modern buildings and ancient architecture. Gazing through the taxi window Rome becomes a wet painting someone has wiped a hand across.

Pescatore marveled at the seascape. It gave him vertigo. The wind deployed cloud formations. The sun seared the Moroccan coastline. He had read a line once about “the lion-colored hills of Africa.” Were they lion-colored?...

For those of us who believe in physics, this separation between past, present and future is only an illusion, however tenacious.

Trees were made of vibrant green leaves sitting on the shoulders of shy green leaves too embarrassed to show themselves.