If someone is in a bad mood, tickling only makes it worse.

It would be difficult to convince me that leaning has no effect whatsoever on the outcome of my bowling.

I am a slow reader, and fast eater; I wish it were the other way around.

I'm turning left. Look, everyone, my blinker is on, and I'm turning left. I am so happy to be alive, driving along, making a left turn. I'm serious. I am doing exactly what I want to be doing at this moment: existing on a Tuesday, going about my business, on my way somewhere, turning left.

No one ever went to their deathbed saying, 'You know, I wish I'd eaten more rice cakes.

At the end of life, at the end of YOUR life, what essence emerges? What have you filled the world with? In remembering you, what words will others choose?

It often feels like I'm not so much living for the present as I am busy making memories for the future.