She kept watching the words.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

What might have been can be with Cosmic Ordering.

You fall flat on your face, and it's not the first time you've done it, Never let your past press you down.

The quality of your life hinges on your attitudes and offerings.

I wasn't always a comic, I used to do honest work.

I don't think you need to sound like from where you're from. But I think there is something magical and powerful about encompassing something fully and singularly.

When I originally entered UCLA, I had planned to go for a film major, but I kept finding myself taking math classes for fun, 'cause I missed them from high school!

I'm praying we don't go to war with Iraq. If we do, I may have to go back to work earlier.

To contrast national solidarity and international cooperation as two opposites seems foolish to me.

If you care anything about your personal security, you should first of all pray for order and tranquility throughout the four quarters of the land.

There's a gigantic gray area between good moral behavior and outright felonious activities. I call that the Weasel Zone and it's where most of life happens.