[I]t was the color of someone buying you an ice cream cone for no reason at all.

I find reading screenplays difficult, as they're only a roadmap for what a movie might end up being.

Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree on what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.

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

Anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.

...there's nothing wrong with occasionally staring out the window and thinking nonsense, as long as the nonsense is yours.

There are some who go through life with a shadow hanging over them, particularly if they live in a building which has long wide awnings.