Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.

No matter what kind of night you're having, morning always wins.

Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.

Come to think of it, just about every tool was shaped like either a weenie or a pistol, depending on your point of view.

To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another that is surely the basic instinct - crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is!

Codi: Gives you the willies, doesn't it? The thought of raising kids in a place where the front yard ends in a two-hundred-foot drop? [referring to cliff dwellings] Loyd: No worse than raising up kids where the front yard ends in a freeway.

A miscarriage is a natural and common event. All told, probably more women have lost a child from this world than haven't. Most don't mention it, and they go on from day to day as if it hadn't happened, so people imagine a woman in this situation never really knew or loved what she had. But ask her sometime: how old would your child be now? And she'll know.