As an adult I had mastered the art of looking without seeing and listening without hearing and eating without tasting and maybe even existing without living.

I had always been a boy in this place, and many of the trees and rocks and streams had been old men when I knew them. Some had died. All had changed. I knew that. I had changed the most.

The world bein’ so small ain’t always a good thing for those of us who ain’t searchin’ for new and different stuff.

One of the worst things I’ve learned about getting older is that there seems to be more change that you don’t like than there was when you were younger and you can’t do nothin’ about it.

Just make sure the day doesn’t pass without sayin’ what’s in your heart. Sometimes you pass up those chances and they’re gone forever.

Our bird of hope was being denied the altitude it sought, just free enough to fly dangerously close to the reality of the treetops.

Sometimes, you need to spit stuff out in words to get it better arranged in your head. I figure if you never talk about it, it just picks its own spot and lays there and festers.

What a wonderful sadness to miss the one you have loved forever, it seems, and know that she is waiting at home.

Memories with laughter are the best ones to keep.

I assumed that looking back reminded older guys of what they had shot at and missed, the what-ifs, the good memories, the bad, the people left behind, the people who moved on.

Back home. What wonderful words. What a wonderful place.

Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

... I am done being in love with you." "Why?""I am in love with someone else. Someone who needs it more than you." "Who?" "Me.

Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.

No one will find me to have knowingly committed fraud.

The pas has no power to stop you from being present now. Only your grievance about the past can do that.

But it's a strange thing when people judge you because you're not doing some big Hollywood film. Are you suggesting I should be in The Dukes of Hazzard? I mean, hello?

In soccer, the blindest player is the one who sees nothing but the ball.

There's no magic for getting into the groove... just banging away at it. Sometimes the lyrics come first, sometimes the music.

Die, enemies of Ra!" Sekhemet yelled. "Perish in agony!" "She's almost as annoying as you," I told Horus. "Impossible," Horus said. "No one bests Horus.

Ever notice how irons have a setting for permanent press? I don't get it.