Life is a razor, you are always in hot water or a scrape.

We are most alive when we're in love.

Life is a nacho. It can be yummy-crunchy or squishy-yucky. It just depends on how long it takes for you to start eating it.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

You cannot help but learn more as take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is and old piece of clay, with millions of thumbprints on it.

A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership in the world.

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

The scissors cut the long-grown hair; The razor scrapes the remnant fuzz. Small-jawed, weak-chinned, big-eyed, I stare At the forgotten boy I was.

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

Inspiration arrives as a packet of material to be delivered.

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.

Do we always do the things that God would take pleasure, or that we do things we think God would take pleasure.

With every mistake, we must surely be learning.

One of the greatest tragedies in mankind's entire history may be that morality was hijacked by religion.

It is not easy to be sure that being yourself is worth the trouble but [we do know] it is our sacred duty.

The essence of belief is the establishment of a habit.

Eyes wide and blank as the buttons on a first Communion coat.

I know my statistics have not been the same as in other years but I'm fighting to get back to those statistics.

the uncandid censurer always picks out the worst man of a class, and then confidently produces him as being a fair specimen of it.

At the Argentina game, how would you have guessed that Darren Anderton would have gone off with cramp?

Kirpal's left hand swoops down and catches the dropped fork an inch from the floor and gently passes it into the fingers of his daughter, a wrinkle at the edge of his eyes behind his spectacles.