As a cancer survivor, I am very aware of how many wasted minutes I don't have. The surest way to waste what is left of your life is to worry about what might happen or what might have been.

The divorce is from my old putter. I think it's final - at least we're due for a long separation. I've suffered with that old putter for two years now. It got so rude I couldn't stand it.

That is the beauty of cancer, it tells you that your days are limited, that you could die at any point. It is that perspective that allows you to live a better life while you're here.

Love is as abundant and powerful as sunlight. It can enlighten the whole world. Clouds of doubt can hide it temporarily, but it is always there. It can heal you as sunlight, but it can also burn you.

Oh invade me with your scalding mouth, search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes, but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name.

HAMM:Scoundrel! Why did you engender me?NAGG:I didn't know.HAMM:What? What didn't you know?NAGG:That it'd be you.(Pause.)

No man has a right to judge Andrew Johnson in any respect who has not suffered as much and done as much as he for the Nation's sake.

The artful injury, whose venomed dart scarce wounds the hearing, while it stabs the heart.

Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.

Being 'at the mercy of legislative majorities' is merely another way of describing the basic American plan: representative democracy.

Well, today, the diocese is more than ever a microcosm.

It was never my first choice to be a singer/guitar player. I really wanted to play drums.

Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.