How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

The clothes you wear are a metamorphosis. They change you from the outside in.

Reading wasn't my religion - it was my oxygen.

It's not the punch you expect that knocks you down.

I am not by any stretch of the imagination a tidy person, and the piles of unread books on the coffee table and by my bed have a plaintive, pleading quality to me - 'Read me, please!'

Revenge is so much more satisfying than regret.

A new dress. Is this all it takes to make a new beginning, this shred of dyed cloth, shaped into the form of a woman's body?

I'm a really hectic dreamer, I never wake up not out of a dream and there's loads going on, lots of action, big blockbuster dreams, they're all major enterprises.

When I was 20 I was immensely proud of the rows of grey-spined Penguin Modern Classics in my bookcase.

What is the death of a soldier even off duty of an occupying army walking in an occupied territory against the death of a little boy screaming in terror in his father's arms Where is the equivalence

Marriages last because the people in them want to be married

How did you become blind, uh, Jeff is it?"Yeah, Jeff. Well, I looked directly at the sun, you know, the way they always tell you not to. If only I had listened.

The cross has two sides to it. One side is what Jesus did for us. He forgave us our sins. The other is the God side. God now lives in man!

Don't worry. If you really want to, you will Whether you'll like it when you do is another question.

Scientists' minds may jump around like amorous toads, but they do seem to accept such behavior in one another.

If you'd like to have a better incarnation, then have one now. If that's your attitude, just let go and meditate and try to be as wise and compassionate, as understanding as you can.

In 27 years doing this, I've seen a handful of truly great, masterful standup sets. One was Tig Notaro last night at Largo.

This is why Jessica Biel is a successful actress: because, despite the punchlines, you know how to tell a joke.

Now seen...now gone, The butterfly flits in and out Through fence-hung flowers; But a life lived so close to them I envy...though it's here and gone.

My mother taught me to walk proud and tall 'as if the world was mine.'

Its a crazy world out there. Be curious.