When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep walking.

A squirrel is just a rat with a cuter outfit!

Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.

As we speed along this endless road to the destination called who we hope to be, I can't help but whine, 'Are we there yet?'.

I don't believe in email. I'm an old-fashioned girl. I prefer calling and hanging up.

Follow your instincts and do not let other people's opinion of you become your opinion of yourself.

It's like the riddle of the Sphinx... why are there so many great unmarried women, and no great unmarried men?

Balls are to men what purses are to women.

After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breath and reboot.

People go to casinos for the same reason they go on blind dates - hoping to hit the jackpot. But mostly, you just wind up broke or alone in a bar.

I got to thinking about relationships and partial lobotomies. Two seemingly different ideas that might just be perfect together - like chocolate and peanut butter.

Respond with love and kindness when someone trying to hate you and hurt you.

You're all so busy trying to be tough that you've forgotten how to be brave.

We eat when we're full, and we hoard all the rest. With our hands on remotes, we say, yes, we're the best.

If you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane.

I think that you can disagree with people and debate over their positions with issues without engaging in the politics of personal destruction.

God draweth straight lines but we call them crooked.

In a Photoshopped world, only the skeptical eye prevails.

It is insane that two men, sitting on opposite sides of the world, should be able to decide to bring an end to civilization.

We have to make sure the music and the message and the words and all the elements come through in our songs and every time we appear in public.

Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?