“The solitude is taking me home.”

Every fire needs air to breathe.

You are not your emotions.

Stay wherever you find hope.

Go where the energy flows.

I see your face in every sunset.

Kindness always comes back.

Giving is the greatest gift.

Illusions can be changed.

Your madness is your map follow it.

Not all flowers bloom in April.

There is no end to your light.

Allow your softest sides to show.

Your patience is your power.

Brokenness is a beginning.

All waves eventually pass.

You are the voice they couldn’t hush.

Human beings are the only creatures on earth who allow their kids to come back home.

Human beings are the only creatures that allow their children to come back home.

I didn’t want them ever to believe that life began when the man of the house arrived home. We didn’t wait for Dad. It was his job now to catch up with us.

I believe that the school must represent life – life as real and vital to the child as that which he carries on in the home, in the neighborhood, or on the playground.

No house should ever be on a hill or on anything. It should be of the hill. Belonging to it. Hill and house should live together each the happier for the other.

I was like, I don’t know if I can hold that promise [to wait until marriage to have sex] because this guy at camp is really cute. Sex wasn’t talked about in my home, but I was a very curious young girl.

I don’t allow anybody to change me. I still walk outta my house in rollers and I take walks.

I wanted it to be like Amy Grant, but it didn’t plan out that way. My label actually went bankrupt, and I was left without a home.