I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

Mr. Freeman sighs. "No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!

Fame is not the same as success, and in our true souls we know that.

One thing I want to teach my son is sensitivity to other people. I want to teach him not to be this macho freak.

Anybody who doesn't think I want the Lakers to win is a fool. But I'm no homer.

Just saw a woman with a big tattoo of Jesus on her back. I guess it's an ixnay on the oggy style-day.

The Greek temple is the creation, par excellence, of mind and spirit in equilibrium.

Whence arises all that order and beauty we see in the world?

... the monotonous beauty of wealth.

Fredrick Buechner kind of loosened me up, hes got a little irreverency to him and I have a little too much reverancy.

Maybe one of the monsters ate him," Daphne whimpered. "That would be awesome," Puck said. Sabrina flashed him an angry look. "Awesome in a terrible, heartbreakingly tragic way," Puck continued.

I hated my work. It never seemed to me to be what I should be doing.