That was how people got through life, he supposed: by acknowledging death and telling it, “Not today.

But the thought of New Zealand instantly sent her mind to Watson, the possibly-Australian, possibly-Kiwi, definitely paranormal young fellow with videos of dead guys on his phone.

So we came to say hello. To the world’s grouchiest person. Because that’s such fun.

And he had a dog, a nice dog. He couldn’t be too evil or dangerous if he had such a great dog.

Eventually the real world intruded again, and Sophie had to return to campus—woefully behind on homework, but incandescently in love.

Did I mention really, really jealous.

Being around her now was nine parts bliss and one part torment. And he wanted it to last as long as possible.

Dating is like a game. If someone feels like they have won us over too easily, they won’t see our value and will go elsewhere to find something they have to work a little bit harder for.

[Judith Warner:] Our neurotic quest to perfect the mechanics of mothering can be interpreted as an effort to do on an individual level what we’ve stopped trying to do on a society-wide one.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

For often, when one is asleep, there is something in consciousness which declares that what then presents itself is but a dream.

Avoid the traffic by using one of the park's shuttle buses and view the elk rut with a park ranger.

For every Foo Fighters record, we've had two or three beautiful, acoustic-based songs, but they never usually make their way to the record, because we want to make rock records.

Being a good parent will necessarily break our hearts as we watch a child grow and eventually choose their own way, even through many of the same heartbreaks we have traversed.

There's no doubt that we have, as we always do in the nation, reacted to the reality of 911 here in the country as an aviation incident. There are other vulnerabilities to be dealt with.

I'm kind of harsher than most people.

I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour.