be my sonata, my cantata, my lovesing me something sweetbut not too sweet(or i may grow deaf to our harmonyas we decrescendo into silence)

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

Love yourself enough to give what matters every chance of working by communicating as well as you possibly can, and trying for as long as you wish.

It was raining that night, when we kissed for the first time.

Flying is not only the art of the birds, but it is also the art of the artists!

Whoever serves his country well has no need of ancestors.

If mass media, social isolation in the suburbs, alienating workplaces and long car commutes create a bunker mentality, the Internet does the opposite.

I have the weirdest job. It's not every day that you get to stand up onstage and unload every ounce of your misanthropic bile onto a crowd of people, and they're like, "Cool! Hit us again!"

When I ate vanilla frosting straight from the can, I could feel God standing right nest to me like a real best friend, watching, and smiling, and wishing he had a mouth.

I hate to sound this way but, 'Why me? Why me with dementia?'

A leader's job is not just to get the best out of their people-a leader's job is to make more leaders.