To find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.

Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.

Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.

If there was one life skill everyone on the planet needed, it was the ability to think with critical objectivity

Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.

I thought of the words of the Renaissance philosopher Michel de Montaigne. "If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

Home is supposed to be a place of security, the last resort of refuge.

Anything worth doing, is worth doing right.

Maturity begins to grow when you can sense your concern for others outweighing your concern for yourself.

Aliens didn't come down to Earth and give us technology. We invented it ourselves. Therefore it can never be alienating it can only be an expression of our humanity.

Intervention giving is emotional and the results are measurable.

I guess play piano, you know, because that's the thing I started doing when I was a little kid.

We just have to recognize life for what it is: a gift to be grateful for, not a property to cling to, hoard, or defend.

I used to get made fun of for being either too provocative or too eccentric, so I started to tone it down. I didn't fit in, and I felt like a freak.

What I haven't talked about I don't intend to talk about.

I was raised on a little farm about 12 miles out of Portsmouth, Ohio.