We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.

Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass.

any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

Give me B movies or give me death!

Well, it was most likely too late; there would not be time for me to flagellate myself for every dishonorable deed in that list, nor any chance to make good the harms I’d done. Minor harms, to be sure, in the scheme of things; but large enough to regret.

Often people who are wonderful with animals aren't always terribly good with human beings.

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.