Just for the record, the weather today is increasing turmoil with a possible physical and emotional breakdown.

Love is a skill you learn.

All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can hurt like hell.

The bad news is we don't have any control. The good news is we can't make any mistakes.

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.