When people's emotions are involved they don't want to listen.

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

Why is it I'm always so quick to believe that people are thinking...believing the worst about me?

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

What is genius, anyway, if it isn't the ability to give an adequate response to a great challenge?

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

Fun, like champagne bubbles, can't completely fill you up.