People are weird. When we find someone with weirdness that is compatible with ours, we team up and call it love.

Words and pictures are yin and yang. Married, they produce a progeny more interesting than either parent.

A person's a person, no matter how small.

I know it may seem small and insignificant, but it's not about what it is, it's about what it can become. That's not a seed, any more than you're just a boy.

A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. To the world, you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.

It's a troublesome world. All the people who are in it are troubled with troubles almost every minute. You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot, for the places and people you're lucky you're not.