Other things my best friend said to me: That two years was but a short span.

She had to quickly pop back to the fifteenth century to find a word for how beautiful he was. The boy was makeless.

It was the usual struggle between one who loves by accepting burdens and one who loves by refusing to be one.

With boys there was a fundamental assumption that they had a right to be there—not always, but more often than not. With girls, Why her? came up so quickly.

The cards spoke to a suspicion that many whose work is play can never be free of: that you can only flaunt your triviality for so long before punishment is due.

A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious.

Those at too great a distance may, I am well are, mistake ignorance for perspective.

Thinking over this thought, this whole thinking makes no sense.

Deficiency motivation doesn't work. It will lead to a life-long pursuit of try to fix me. Learn to appreciate what you have and where and who you are.

I'm going to wake up tomorrow and start with not caring how I feel. That's going to feel great.

Some guy is good at putting these verses together, and some guy is good at singing them. That's just the way it is.

Hope was based on the unknown, and I liked knowing things. Like that I was going to fail. Failure had better odds.

I enjoy watching Fear Factor, Newlyweds and American Idol as far as reality TV shows go.

Victory is very, very sweet. It tastes better than any dessert you've ever had.

Pat answers to complex problems are the hallmark of intellectual mediocrity

As to the garden, it seems to me its chief fruit is-blackbirds.