A dog is the greatest gift a parent can give a child. OK, a good education, then a dog.

Animal lovers are a special breed of humans, generous of spirit, full of empathy, perhaps a little prone to sentimentality, and with hearts as big as a cloudless sky

It's just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn't it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal.

A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.

He taught us the art of unqualified love. How to give it, how to accept it. Where there is that, most other pieces fall into place.

Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day.

Dogs are great. Bad dogs, if you can really call them that, are perhaps the greatest of them all.

Many of the qualities that come so effortlessly to dogs - loyalty, devotion, selflessness, unflagging optimism, unqualified love - can be elusive to humans.

If you still think you're a young pup then you are, no matter what the calendar says

A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours. Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart.

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

Children have one kind of silliness, as you know, and grown-ups have another kind.

Keeping secrets from your father will only lead to trouble.

Italians make you laugh and break your heart.

I love romantic comedies, or romantic dramas - basically anything with love in it.

When you can bring yourself to write about it one day, you will find it all less painful. It is a catharsis of sorts, but the process can be brutal. Don’t do it until you’re ready.

And because my teeth don't bite, I can take them out dancing I can take my little teeth out and show them a real good time

Up until I was eleven years old, I thought I was the only one of my kind in the world. I couldn't find anybody else who felt as I did.

The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must.

"Who am I?" is not really a question because it has no answer to it; it is unanswerable. It is a device, not a question.

If you are going to be catty, you have to be careful with whom you do it, and in what manner! It's the kind of behavior that is best kept behind closed doors.