My dad was a cotton buyer and cotton buyers always considered themselves superior to the rest of the world.

All information of a spiritual or personal nature will have to come from our father, who art in heaven, and I think he's in New York right now.

He had a habit of remarking to bartenders that he didn't see any sense in mixing whiskey with water since the whiskey was already wet.

When I get through tearing a lobster apart, or one of those tender West Coast octopuses, I feel like I had a drink from the fountain of youth.

Also, I had not yet found out about time; I was still under the illusion that I had plenty of time - time for this, time for that, time for everything, time to waste.

...you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.

I have a great deal of experience in justifying myself to myself.

Life is a goddam mess...but you wouldn't want to miss it!

Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.

Letting go seems like the most powerful thing I could do.And so I do.I just let it all go.And it feels glorious.

No one can ever know you like those with whom you've shared the pangs of your youth.

Keep your focus laser-locked on what you want to create in your life.

I am the gatekeeper of my own destiny and I will have my glory days in the hot sun

Do some research on the effects of television and your brain, and I promise you you'll have a decision to make when it comes to television, especially with what you watch.

The methods that EPA introduced after 1970 to reduce air-pollutant emissions worked for a while, but over time have become progressively less effective.

I demand from you deeds of mercy which are to arise out of love for me. You are to show mercy to your neighbors always and everywhere. You must not shrink from this or try to excuse yourself from it.

If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.