There are people who put their dreams in a little box and say, 'Yes, I've got dreams, of course I've got dreams.' Then they put the box away and bring it out once in awhile to look in it, and yep, they're still there. These are great dreams, but they never even get out of the box. It takes an uncommon amount of guts to put your dreams on the line, to hold them up and say, 'How good or how bad am I?' That's where courage comes in.

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what.

Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?

Men who have a thirty-six-tele vised-football- games-a- week-habit should be declared legally dead and their estates probated.

The family. We are a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms. . . and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.

There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

Once you see the drivers in Indonesia you understand why religion plays such a part in their lives.