She was trying to hide it, the pain I had caused her again. Because she knew how much those tears destroyed me.

It wasn't fair to pull her into that vortex, because I couldn't be fixed. And Roxy was a fixer. She thought she could help me, I could see it in her eyes.

Roxy was my breath of fresh air. My soft place to land. She was home to me.

The longer we spent together, the more she discovered about me. The things I didn't want her to know. The darkness and the anger and the pain.

Meadow's Waltz...the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began...

There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.

Paper has more patience than people.

With stand-up, it doesn't matter who you are. If the audience claps because they love your movies, that clapping stops after five seconds, and then it's your job to make them laugh.

Isn't it absolutely essential to keep a fierce Left and fierce Right, both on their toes and each terrified of the other? That's how we get things done.

Summer is very precious.

Family is the root of all that is good in our lives, and I am so grateful for mine.

No," mom says, looking at me in the eyes. "What's a triumph is that you woke up this morning and decided to LIVE. THAT'S a triumph. that's what you did today.

As a black man, I have to respect myself and have nice things. As a man in general.

The only man you will ever get is some fool named Grady who falls asleep in his soup.