I adore [my son]. I wouldn't trade him in for a Pulitzer - unless someone actually offered that as an option.

You can't make cheese from rats. ... It's hard enough just milking the little beggars.

Don't cook that chicken - it still has feathers.

Spending the day with you has been marginally better than watching mother die of cancer.

Just because you're living in blissful oblivion doesn't mean you're not responsible.

Writing is nothing less than thought transference, the ability to send one's ideas out into the world, beyond time and distance, taken at the value of the words, unbound from the speaker.

Every battle, every war - is fought for things worth dying for.