Every surgeon carries about him a little cemetery in which from time to time he goes to pray a cemetery of bitterness and regret of which he seeks the reason for certain of his failures.

The Lord makes you a light. Live as a child of the light.

Life has a whimsical way of kicking you in the throat. I find it tobe one huge cosmic joke at our expense, only nobody is laughingbut the forces that be—given that they are even a wee bit human.

You stole my heart the day we met, and I've never asked for it back.

It's never been my purpose to become an American icon, or more famous or richer.

I look at myself like a show dog. I've got to keep her clipped and trimmed and in good shape.

Answer them critics with silence and indifference. It works better, I assure you, than anger and argument. . . .

Both of you [Elie Wiesel and Frank Moore Cross] are giants, dare I say nephilim [giants; see Genesis 6:4; Numbers 13:33], in your world.

If nothing is delightful without love and jokes, then live in love and jokes.

We would rather starve than sell our national honor.

PRONOIA: The irrational belief that people like you