That's what attracts us to serious paintings, I think: that shortfall, which we might call "personality", or maybe even "pain".

Here is the solution to the American drug problem suggested a couple years back by the wife of our President: "Just say no.

He was seemingly born not only with a gift for language, but with a particularly nasty clock which makes him go crazy every three years or so.

I had made her so unhappy that she had developed a sense of humor. [-Rabo Karabekian]

May you bring unconditional love and infinite peace.

That surge of power and delight, of confidence, of control. That sudden sense of the richness of the world. Its infinite possibility.

Don’t lose that anger. Just have a little more patience and forgiveness. For yourself as well.

I used to be called 'a Mexican guy who can walk a pack of dogs.' Now the world calls me 'The Dog Whisperer'.

I'm not thinking in any big thematic or conceptual terms - especially in this book [Lincoln in the Bardo] when I was trying to make the voices more active, more energetic.

We know that no one person can succeed unless everybody else succeeds.

Peace requires us to surrender our illusions of control.

I've come to learn that there is a real difference between men and women. It's genetic.

That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind , a dog's fidelity!