I come down on the side of free will but I have sympathy for those who believe in fate because there is something about life which we feel we have no control over.

Like children, dogs want discipline and are most secure when they have rules to live by. The happiest dogs are those with gentle masters who quietly but firmly demand respect.

The recognition of pain and fear in others give rise in us to pity, and in our pity is our humanity, our redemption.

We need to laugh at the irrationality of evil, for in doing so we deny evil's power over us, diminish its influence in the world, and tarnish the allure it has for some people.

When new hopes fail, old hopes return in the endless cycle of desperation.

What we do as a society is seek simple answers.

All these girls swooning over hunky vampires, what they really want is to give away their freedom, to be controlled and told what to do and not have to think -- and never die, of course. It's sick is what it is. I don't want to be a forever-young living corpse.