Because I want to be remembered.

Nervous means you want to play. Scared means you don't want to play.

I'm quite aware of my differences. I wouldn't classify them as weird

When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing.

There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away. (107)

And believe me, a good piece of chicken can make anybody believe in the existence of God.

Somebody dies and people eat your food. Funny how that works.

I think all of us are always five years old in the presence and absence of our parents.

So I heard the boom of my father's rifle when he shot my best friend. A bullet only costs about two cents, and anybody can afford that.

What if someone picks on me?" I askedThen I'll pick on them".What if someone picks my nose?" I asked.The I'll pick your nose, too" Rowdy said.

(I think Rowdy might be the most important person in my life. maybe more important than my family.) Can your best friend be more importamt than your family?

The tram can run over you only if you are on the tram way! The darkness can run over you only if you are on the ignorance way!

I love to cook, and I love to have all my family around the dinner table.

... the inexorable lesson of centuries: suffering must be borne; there is no way out.

When you deal with change, you have a couple choices: You can lead it and make the rules, or you can be a fast follower, or you can be a slow follower.

Anything war can do, peace can do better.

[On women's role in the home:] Every wife, mother and housekeeper feels at present that there is some screw loose in the household situation.

Science for the Citizen is ... also written for the large and growing number of adolescents, who realize that they will be the first victims of the new destructive powers of science misapplied.

I believe that summer is our time, a time for the people, and that no politician should be allowed to speak to us during the summer. They can start talking again after Labor Day.

He was part of a whole, a people scattered over the earth and yet eternally one and indivisible. Wherever a Jew lived, in whatever safety and isolation, he still belonged to his people.

It is time we admitted that we are not at war with “terrorism.” We are at war with Islam.