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The cost of failure is really high when you're contributing as yourself, — Christopher Poole

And I kept thinking, over and over, is this what it feels like to go insane? — Jay Asher

While you were anesthetized to the tragedy of life you were able to survive. When clarity was returned to you, when it was painstakingly restored, it could drive you mad. — Salman Rushdie

Talking to God was damned good business. — Victor Villasenor

Those traumas when it comes to the historical past generation to generation; our children, our grandchildren, our future grandchildren learn these behaviors. We have to know that they exist and we have to take care of those traumas and learn to heal from them. This movie shows that perspective from Scott's character, and I love it. It shows the American Indians as the ones who respect and help out when people are needed. It's a nice little twist. — Adam Beach

Nothing is ever easy. — Terry Goodkind

God is here and we are not alone. We can't deliver folks from their pits, but we can sure get in there with them until God does. Live long enough and it becomes clear that stuff is not the stuff of life. People are. We need each other, so we probably ought to practice radical grace, because our well-flaunted opinions are cold companions when real life hits. — Jen Hatmaker

If you can't remember when you last basked in your own glow, it means you're overdue. — Gina Greenlee

There is a design and a purpose for each of our lives. Living unaware of that is sad, but dying unaware of it is a tragedy. — Lou Engle

I have the picture of Barack [Obama] and me dancing right outside of my dressing room door, I see it every single day, and it makes me very happy. — Ellen DeGeneres

One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to the total acceptance of every consequence of living and dying. — Morris West

She caught herself then. Such babble! Teresa was shocked by the roaming idleness of her mind, as if she were sifting through trash on the side of the freeway and was stopped, enchanted, by every foil gum wrapper. She came back for a single breath but found herself reflecting on the bean salad they'd had for dinner, some kind of pink beans in there she hadn't seen since childhood. She couldn't remember what they were called. Her mother would ask her to pick through the beans before she soaked them, to look for little rocks, and she would be so meticulous until she lost interest, dumping the unchecked beans on top of the ones she had vetted, ruining everything. Did anyone in her family ever bite down on a rock? — Ann Patchett