It's never the differences between people that surprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.

We all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn’t have any.

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

On the other hand, I think cats have Asperger's. Like me, they're very smart. And like me, sometimes they simply need to be left alone.

We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the time we're just praying we won't screw up too badly.

My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.

I don't know what he means by that, but I nod and smile at him. You'd be surprised at how far that response can get you in a conversation where you are completely confused.

Motherhood is a Sisyphean task. You finish sewing one seam shut, and another rips open. I have come to believe that this life I'm wearing will never really fit.

It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.

Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?"I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?

I [Jacob Hunt, Aspie] see it as the next step of evolution: I cannot take away your sadness, so why should I acknowledge it?

Excuses fall silent behind self-control, focus, and direction.

There's never a better way of living than just improving our quality of life.

What has three heads, six arms, and half a brain?" Three asked. One and Two answered in unison. "Nate Sutter.

The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces!

The proverbial wisdom of the populace in the street, on the roads, and in the markets instructs the ear of him who studies man more fully than a thousand rules ostentatiously displayed.

My music was my life, and it played a large part in my inability to sustain relationships.

It is - last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man

Idol has pretty much taken me out of my recording and out of my choreography. I have managed to slip in some choreography jobs. And I've been writing songs for other artists.

How lonely it is going to be now on the Yellow Brick Road.

I deeply respect American sentimentality, the way one respects a wounded hippo. You must keep an eye on it, for you know it is deadly.