To each his own magic.

And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.

Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.

You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.

But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.

When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.

Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.

But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.

War." Gorgon spits the word. "That is what they call it to give the illusion of honor and law. It is chaos. Madness and blood and the hunger to win. It has always been thus and shall always be so.

Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.

But difficult situations and wrong choices conspire to trap us in hopelessness.

Chastity without charity is a lamp without oil.

Now there is so much expertise and brainpower it's hard to be at the cutting edge of what's cool and not do something that's totally geeky.

Every person who speaks or writes for the public will make an occasional faux pas, and sooner or later will write or say something inappropriate.

I need an irony punctuation mark for the clueless.

When life gives you lemons, you exchange them at the store for something more edible.

Professional golf is the only sport where, if you win 20% of the time, you're the best.

Only in America could you get away with the kind of comedy I did.

Is an institution always a man's shadow shortened in the sun, the lowest common denominator of everybody in it?

The fall of waters and the song of birds, And hills that echo to the distant berds, Are luxuries excelling all the glare The world can boast, and her chief favorites share.