Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

I tell you this true story just to prove that I can. That my frailty has not yet reached a point at which I can no longer tell a true story.

We still counted happiness and health and love and luck and beautiful children as "ordinary blessings.

When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children.

Alcohol has its own well-know defects as a medication for depression but no one has ever suggested - ask any doctor - that it is not the most effective anti-anxiety agent yet known.

...the child trying not to appear as a child, of the strenuousness with which she tried to present the face of a convincing adult.

I invent a reason for the Hertz attendant to start the rental car.I am seventy-five years old: this is not the reason I give.

Aging and its evidence remain life's most predictable events, yet they also remain matters we prefer to leave unmentioned, unexplored.

Medicine, I have reason since to notice more than once, remains an imperfect art.

I know what the fear is.The fear is not for what is lost.What is lost is already in the wall.What is lost is already behind the locked doors.The fear is for what is still to be lost.

To realize your imagination, go with trust in the direction of your destination.

I was murdered. Even though my heart continued to beat, I was very much deceased. All faded to black

Explore, experience, evolve, and exceed your expectations! - No Excuses!

The Revenge and the Vengeance makes you to go forward and forward to do your work... This which was taken, you should take it from them.

In a utilitarian age, of all other times, it is a matter of grave importance that fairy tales should be respected.

God then made the first woman, not directly out of his own substance, but from Adam's rib. Her purpose was to serve man.

Genre categorization is a capitalist (rather than artistic) thing, a symptom of marketing and major-chain bookshelf placement.

The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.

I was doing political cartoons and getting angry to the point where I felt I was going to have to start making and throwing bombs. I thought I was probably a better cartoonist than a bomb maker.

I don't mind talking about my two daughters, but I don't feel comfortable denying them their privacy.