...there's not enough ink and paper to say all I wanted.

That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day.

Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.

Every night I give a violin recital for six hours, and attendance is mandatory. The word 'mandatory' means that if you don't show up, you have to buy me a large bag of candy and watch me eat it.

I don't know why wicked places generally look wicked. You'd think they'd look nice, to fool people, but they hardly ever do.

Making you happy isn't making me happy.

But there are times in this harum-scarum world when figuring out the right thing to do is quite simple, but doing the right thing is simply impossible.