Announcing your death should be like announcing that you are a lunar moth: It must be done quietly or it will not be believed.

Anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.

Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree on what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.

Temper tantrums, however fun they may be to throw, rarely solve whatever problem is causing them.

I didn't realize this was a sad occasion.

They didn't understand it, but like so many unfortunate events in life, just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so.

Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby - awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.

Chestnuts in stuffing tastes like someone chewed up a tree branch and then French-kissed it into your mouth.

The thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up.

Accidents happen all the time.

Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.

The whole point of being a good friend is being in the darkness. I’ll be your light, until you can be it yourself again.

Wake up and live your life on your own terms, you are a king in your own kingdom, a god in your own universe

The rich can afford to be progressive. Poor people have reason to be afraid of the future.

You owe it to yourself, to refuse to surrender to obstacles that are meant to stop you from reaching far in your endeavours. Be determined that you will never be a captive of your environment.

Despair is part of love.

The Blues? It's the mother of American music. That's what is is - the source.

We must teach our children not to spend their money a dollar at a time. If you spend your dollar at a time, you'll wind up with trinkets instead of treasures.

Children can be the most cruel creatures alive. They have the herd instinct of prejudice against any outsider, and they are merciless in its indulgence.

I never thought I was good enough actually to write.

O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!