And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.

She abandoned herself to his whim, thinking it was to be an orgy of eyes and hands only.

Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.

He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.

Pick the things you do in this day wisely.

I know what theory... the possibility of impossibility.

I don't have a favourite romantic scene, but I enjoy romantic movies like 'Ghost' and 'Music and Lyrics.'

An argument in a couple: 2 people attempting to introduce each other to important truths - by panicked shouting.

Oscar Peterson is my favorite all-around pianist. There are pianists I like because of one thing and pianists I like because of another. But overall, I like Oscar Peterson best.

My son Barry, of course, has been on from the beginning. And his son Shane is playing now a med student regularly on the show. And at one point or another, I've had all four of his kids on the show.

When our Lord says, we must be converted and become as little children, I suppose He means also, that we must be sensible of our weakness, comparatively speaking, as a little child.

We know of our own knowledge that we are human beings, and, as such, imperfect. But we are bathed by the communications industry in a ceaseless tide of inhuman, impossible perfection.

I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt.

Many cartoons I've drawn have been controversial, perhaps a little before their time, certainly when I was getting started.