An art critic is someone who hopes to see his ideas translated to canvas without having to learn how to paint.

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie.

You can spend too much time wondering which of identical twins is the more alike.

What greater blessing to give thanks for at a family gathering than the family and the gathering.

Ever wonder what crime you committed that you are confined to a small enclosure above your sinuses, under permanent skull arrest?

If minutes were kept of a family gathering, they would show that "Members not Present" and "Subjects Discussed" were one and the same.

It finally happened. I got the GPS lady so confused, she said, "In one-quarter mile, make a legal stop and ask directions.

For the most part, we carnivores do not eat other carnivores. We prefer to eat our vegetarian friends.

On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.

Though sorrow may impede my heart, It is of great love to have known you.

When it comes to serious cuts to major programs like Medicaid, the American people are not calling for leadership but magic. They want cuts with no pain.

I'm definitely going to miss hearing the sound of that gun.

When you're kept by a patron you don't have to duke it out in the media marketplace for dollars and for readers. In some ways that's a blessing because it takes a lot of pressure off you.

Moral truth, resting entirely upon the ascertained consequences of actions, supposes a process of observation and reasoning.

School is a good place - it ain't for everybody, but I think it's for most people.

Society can exist only on the basis that there is some amount of polished lying and that no one says exactly what he thinks.

In their (women) quest for rights they have naturally placed emphasis on their wrongs rather than their achievements and possessions, and have retold history as a story of their long martyrdom

The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become

We would not be here if humanity were inherently evil. We'd have eaten ourselves alive long ago.