I remember thinking how often we look, but never see ... we listen, but never hear ... we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.

Why would anyone steal a shopping cart? It's like stealing a two-year-old.

For some unexplained reason, it's always the other end of the table that's wild and raucous, with screaming laughter and a fella who plays 'Holiday for Strings' on water glasses.

Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.

I firmly believe kids don't want your understanding. They want your trust, your compassion, your blinding love and your car keys, but you try to understand them and you're in big trouble.

Cleanliness is not next to godliness. It isn't even in the same neighborhood.

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed.