How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

Nothing is ever certain.

What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven.

I was like I was in science class: I was curious.

Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.

Learn from yesterday, live for today, look to tomorrow, rest this afternoon.

Not being excited is to have missed the whole point of life.

If women had power what would men be but women who can't bear children? And what would women be but men who can?

Does speed dating necessarily end up in a quickie divorce....?

His youth carried his words and lit the room with an optimism. “India is like our home, ” he said, “our spiritual home. Even before we get here there was that feeling.

I have a bad grammar, but I do have a good message in it.

I promised my daughter I'd name my first restaurant after her, but now the other kids are like, 'Dad, what about us?' I'm gonna have to open four restaurants!

The place was packed as we flooded in, all the patrons freezing at the sight of an armed sheriff, two deputies, an Indian, and a construction worker; we probably looked like the Village People.

You are only young once, and if you work it right, once is enough.

You can either blame everybody else or you can take a look at yourself and determine where you can improve.