You are like fireworks. You go out into your children, your friends, your society, and the whole world.
Our relationship, our shared support, our consistency, is unrivaled by any other connection.
During adolescence, friends bring an intimate quality of support that can't be provided by any adult.
The comfort of our peer-connections is reflected in our most honest and direct hand-holding. When we trip, they are the first ones to pull us back up.
We are troubled, but we have hope and tremendous promise.
One of the blessings of becoming an adult is finally seeing my mom and dad as people, not just parents.
Growing up sometimes forces us to confront the distance between our childhood hope and the truth.
You don't look out there for God, something in the sky, you look in you.
It is well with me only when I have a chisel in my hand.
I don't know the fitness that Donald Trump possesses to be commenting on other people's heroism. The most lethal foe that he is ever faced in his own life, I think was Rosie O'Donnell.
I'm not very good at creating worlds. I prefer to write about the world as it is.