I love Arkansas but I think Arkansas has its share of unlit minds.

And marking off time struck me as something like counting empty spaces—spaces you know can't ever be filled.

I wondered if a blessing is still a blessing if it lasts for only a little while.

What do you know about sooner or later? Is a moment only a moment when you're in pain?

Even if you forget everything else I want you to always remember that you are a person of value, and you have a friend who loved you enough to give you his most valued possession.

A person's got to think, otherwise that person's no better than a trained seal balancing a ball on his nose. If only that seal could think, he'd know he was making a thousand children laugh.

I believe that love is better than hate. And that there is more nobility in building a chicken coop than in destroying a cathedral.