But my apology was a thousand apologies.

Hundreds,' Joe says. 'Hundreds and hundreds. But then again, I'm old.' So old, Jesus was in your math class,' I say. I crack myself up.

Bliss is the ocean, a towel on the sand, the sun out, the chance to swim in waves or walk dragging a stick behind you, a good book, a cold drink.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

Sometimes you can cattle rope your heart and sometimes you can't, is all.

I would have spoken, had my heart not been in my throat

You can want one thing and have a secret wish for its opposite.