Idiot people like Angel Delaporte who look for a supernatural reason for ordinary events, those people drive Misty nuts.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

What reaches the heart without going through the mind is likely to bounce back and put the mind out of business.

Dare my guilty heart admit the horrible acknowledgement that I love you still?

Idolatry involves putting the things we love in the place of God or seeing God as a means of getting the things that we want, and that's the second great struggle of our lives.

I freely admit I know nothing about television or writing for the screen.

We have had, alas, and still have, the doubtful habit of reverence. Above all, we respect things as they are.

We should never finish a 20 year program in two year.

We are born spiritual creatures, with a body to feel and a mind, to fathom the unknowable.

It is not through judgment that the good in people can be reached, but through love and faith.

Decide on some imperfect Somebody and you will win, because the truest truism in politics is: You can't beat Somebody with Nobody.

They have a plentiful lack of wit.