America of the future will be all malls connected by interstates. All because your parents no longer can their own tomatoes.

Roy Blount's stuff makes me laugh so hard, sometimes I have to go sit in a room and shut the door

Love has the power to rescue us and not let go, otherwise it isn't love

The relationship between truth and a newspaper is like the relationship between the color green and the number seven. Occasionally you will see the number seven written in green, but you learn not to expect this.

If you lived today as if it were your last, you'd buy up a box of rockets and fire them all off, wouldn't you?

The thought of people in this day and age sitting down to listen to a radio variety show on Saturday evening is rather implausible and was even more so in 1974 when we started “A Prairie Home Companion.” Thank goodness Minnesota Public Radio was too poor to afford good advice or the show never would've got on the air. We only did it because we knew it would be fun to do. It was a dumb idea. I wish I knew how to be that dumb again.

Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough. Thank you for the rain. And for the chance to wake up in three hours and go fishing: I thank you for that now, because I won't feel so thankful then.