Hunches [are] just messages from the subconscious, which [is] thinking furiously all the time and processing information we have not consciously noted.

The functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Where there is cake, there is hope. And there is always cake.

Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.

Only once in a generation does anything as fresh as a vomiting detective come along.

The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.

Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

Any drunk who has tried to put his car where a lamppost stands is a self-educated physicist.

Given my heritage and the ordeal of my childhood, I sometimes wonder why I myself am not insane. Maybe I am.

When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?

I hope you don't mind spending so much time with me, " Jett said. "I promise to be good, and I won't be too hard on you." His tone oozed amusement as he added, "Unless you want me to.

Anytime you get an award as a coach, you've got to be the ultimate fool to think it wasn't your assistant coaches and all the players responsible for the award.

I see people driving cars, winding down the streets. I don't know where these people think they're going. They're going to the funeral home; that's about it.

Once you know the difference between right and wrong, you have lots fewer decisions to make.

The most important thing is to get on the right horse.

I realize I never stand out in a room unless I'm feeling balanced, centered and happy. It sounds really corny but it's very, very true.

There is a frantic race to merchandise tinsel and trash under the guise of 'modernism.'

Enough words, little wisdom. [Lat., Satis eloquentiae sapientiae parum.]

It is we that are blind, not fortune; because our eye is too dim to discern the mystery of her effects, we foolishly paint her blind, and hoodwink the providence of the Almighty.