Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

Hope keeps you alive.

A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

Hunky Heroes, rescuing distressed women, captive princesses, and girls without wheels since 1684. p. 450

I didn't know love could leave the lights on all the time.

Money is what makes a man act funny.

Never do things for money. It's always the things you do for love that turn out to pay the best.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

I think we should always listen to Bill Clinton about everything. And so, if that's his view then that should be the rule of law.

Fear of the right type can be beneficial to the people of God (see Prov. 1:7), but the fear of man's hostile intentions seldom fits that category.

The upper 1 percent, the people down on Wall Street, the corporate executives, they're the people that control this economy.

All we sell is the Greatest feeling on Earth

And the council doesn’t recognize any kind of temporary insanity defense. Which was a real shame, because most of the councilmen had considered me crazy for most of my life.

Enthusiasm is the electric current that keeps the engine of life going at top speed.