...someone ought to invent a tool, a kind of plane to shave the lies away from stories and deception away from memories. I'm a collector of shavings.

Missing someone, they say, is self-centered.I self-center you more than ever.

...there's not enough of anything to go around except people and death.

The silence leans forward.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him participate in synchronized diving.

Choosing to Let Go crashes the pity party thrown by all the “What ifs” and “If onlys.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.If thought is lifeAnd strength and breathAnd the wantOf thought is deathThen am IA happy flyIf I liveOr if I die

Each man is master of his own death and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.

Big news on CNN, a search has uncovered illegal biochemical agents, toxins and other dangerous substances. Not in Iraq, in Rush Limbaugh's medicine cabinet.

Perhaps she drives men away. Perhaps, without even being able to help herself, she just puts men into her ill-tempered car and drives them off: to quarries, dumps, small anonymous bodies of water.

Parent hard, play hard. That's my philosophy.

Do not tolerate brilliant jerks. The cost to teamwork is too high.

India will be tomorrow what China is today.