I've got a book of poetry by the bed, one of these big collections that goes back to the Greeks and Romans.

An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.

We hope that, when the insects take over the world, they will remember with gratitude how we took them along on all our picnics.

The eagle may soar; beavers build dams.

The US has not imposed democracy in Yemen, its people have.

The whale is endangered, while the ant continues to do just fine.

Even pearls are dark before the whiteness of his teeth.

Money won't buy happiness, but it will pay the salaries of a large research staff to study the problem.

Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to.

Now that women are jockeys, baseball umpires, atomic scientists, and business executives, maybe someday they can master parallel parking.

The government is shutting down the coal industry, they say it's cheaper to draw nuclear power off the French grid and cheaper to buy coal from Colombia.

He eased back and murmured, “You taste so damn sweet. Like maple syrup.”“And you taste like stolen bacon.

We learn from history that we don't learn from history!

The only way I can protect him now is to make sure he never understands how easy killing can become.

I tried. But not everybody thought so.

The truth is in the present moment.

perhaps there's no sharper spur to meditation than answered prayer.

I thought eventually I'd have a family and I really didn't want to be a loser like that guy in his 40s still shopping his band's shitty demo tapes around.

We are, all of us, incoherent text, and just knowing that - knowing that no matter how much you say, 'I am this' and part of you is not that - means that you can say it.

Why, what a temper you are in!

I resist my temptations in order to feel i am free.