I'm glad he's pushing up daisies
-He is not pushing up dasies, he is DEAD!
It's an idiom
-You sir, are the idiom

This is not a story about kissing, or wrinkles, or things that are sour. It's a story about redemption. I suppose all stories are, and if they're not, well, then they should be. For what else do we have in the end - but hope?

You may think this is strange, that I found the color of fire soothing. But I had eaten fire; it had marked me as its own and we would be kin for life.

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

You can do very little with faith,
But you can do nothing without it.

It's kind of fun to do the impossible.

A lot of people ask me if I were shipwrecked and could have only one book, what would it be? I always say "How to Build a Boat".

Nothing says "oops" like a wall of flame.

Some days you're the bug
Some days you're the windshield

Love will remain a mystery
But give me your hand and you will see
Your heart is keeping time with me