I know so many words. It's perplexing to come across so many I don't.

I take my hand back, like a leaf letting go. It hurts too much to hang on. So why does it hurt so much to let go?

My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.

My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger.

My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.

If you fail at the large things it means you have not large ambitions. Concentration, focus - that is all. The aptitudes come, the tools forge themselves.

I felt so happy I could barely stay in my skin

I don't know of anything better than a woman if you want to spend money where it will show.

Honestly, I think dating is hard. Period.

The most foolish mistake we could possibly make would be to allow the subjugated races to possess arms.

There are billions of people out there walking around and they don't meditate. You can tell. They are not having a good time with their lives. People are not happy.

Tis better to have love and lust Than to let our apparatus rust.

When you're young, everything seems like a romance. At 96, I can still feel romantic about publishing young unknown writers.

The time is past when Christians in America can take a long spoon and hand the gospel to the black man out the back door.

He has a competent person, I think who will be confirmed as HHS secretary, Congressman Tom Price.