Those who aren't afraid to cry are the dreamers, and those who aren't afraid to lament are the lovers. The rest are just miserable.

A pure heart faces the worst kind of evil in this world. But as it sleeps it's blessed, and it wakes up cleansed and a little bit stronger.

I experience the same level of intense concentration watching a thrilling tennis match as I do hunched over a heaping pile of warm socks diligently searching for exact matches.

The start of a run is like the start of a writing session: First you resist, then you threaten to quit, then you roll your eyes and hunker down, and then suddenly you sprout wings and take flight.

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who are dreamers and those who are being dreamed.

Those that dream with fervor will also entice imitators that will pursue them with fervor.