“Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are.”

I frowned at the list. “So… I’ll go back and tell the Traynors that I’m going to get their suicidal quadriplegic son drunk, spend their money on strippers and lap dancers, and then trundle him off to the Disability Olympics-

… if you’re going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.

I just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak.

Sometimes, she realizes suddenly, it is simply a matter of blind faith.

Sometimes when you get hammered till the small hours you feel pretty good in the morning, but really it’s just because you’re still a bit drunk.

When you put someone down all the time, eventually they stop listening to the sensible stuff.

You all expect to live the lives you chose. Especially a successful young man like yourself. But it takes time.

I’m not going to try and change you mind.” “If you’re here, you accept it’s my choice. This is the first thing I’ve been in control of since the accident.” “I know.” And there it was. He knew it, and I knew it.

I thought the world had actually ended. I thought nothing good could ever happen again.

You make me happy, even when you’re awful. I would rather be with you – even the you that you seem to think is diminished – than with anyone else in the world.

How is it possible to exist with so much pain?

“You cut yourself off from all sorts of experiences because you tell yourself you are ‘not that sort of person'” “But, I’m not.” “How do you know?

All that counts is the truth. Without it you’re basically just juggling people’s daft ideas.

Push yourself. Don’t Settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.

Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.

You can only actually help someone who wants to be helped.

I’m not going to get somewhere and say, ‘OK, I’m done.’ Success is never final; I’ll just keep on going.

We have become disembodied. By being always somewhere else we are nowhere.

Each person knows that somewhere is recorded the moment she was born, the moment she took her first step, the moment of her first passion, the moment she said goodbye to her parents.

When they are on their cell phones they are not where their bodies are…they are somewhere else in hyperspace. They are not grounded.

It’s only half past twelve but I don’t care, it’s 5 O’clock somewhere.

Because we believe that somewhere in the nest of paradigms contained in the phrase “missional church” lies nothing less that the future viability of Western Christianity.

Dreams reveal we never quite get ‘over’ anything: it’s all still in there somewhere.

When I started out, I didn’t feel like I was really accepted in the music or comedy communities, and I was somewhere on the edge, but now I feel like I’m accepted in both, which is extremely gratifying.