It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.

Slight changes simply make a blur.

The birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus means that one day everything sad will come untrue.

The greatest adventure is what lies ahead. Today and tomorrow are yet to be said. The chances, the changes are all yours to make. The mold of your life is in your hands to break.

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

The chief purpose of life, for any of us, is to increase according to our capacity our knowledge of God by all means we have, and to be moved by it to praise and thanks.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons.

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!

The income tax has made more liars out of the American people than golf has. Even when you make a tax form out on the level you don't know when it's through if you are a crook or a martyr.

No, I don't regret anything at this point. That may change on the next phone call, but at the moment I don't regret anything.

The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now.

Words strike the air and the mind, they act on the senses and on the soul.

We're still living with the old paradigm of age as an arch. That's the old metaphor: You're born, you peak at midlife and decline into decrepitude.

Senator Joseph McCarthy was one of the greatest Americans who ever lived.

Because I have an opinion, I have become public enemy number one to the Fox News Channel and the right wing.

Did that remind anybody else of something?" "Yes," Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. "How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.

Our minds and memories are crowded with the common experience of nature.

I don't play monsters. I play men besieged by fate and out for revenge.