It's hard to show you that I tried unless you end up succeeding.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? but realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one.

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

All this hoping for nothing-or someone-that's maybe hopeless

Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

You should never wish for wishful thinking.

Because I withered under the glare of an actual invitation, I was a firm believer in preventive prevarication--in other words, lying early in order to free myself later on.

I'm a little skeptical about using the Constitution this way, but I also believe marriage is between a man and a woman and that the courts shouldn't legislate this matter.

Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.

I always look on the bright side of everything. If you keep aiming for some goal, you usually get there if you don't give up.

Disagreement produces debate but dissent produces dissension.

Musicals are to the theater what wines are to a substantial dinner.

I didn't know anything about it, I swear. Nor did Dave Bassett. We were sitting there saying 'What's happening here?'. It is frightening. A nightmare.

Making sweeping statements such as 'no sweets ever again' has never worked before, and it's not going to work now. You'll get quickly overwhelmed and punt on any positive momentum you created.

I almost never get recognised in the street.

It will suffice thee to remember as concerning pain ... that the mind may, by stopping all manner of commerce and sympathy with the body, still retain its own tranquility.

A judicious silence is always better than truth spoken without charity.