We kind of shape our truths as we speak them. We fashion things to suit the occasion or the person or our own needs in the moment.

If you love someone set them free. If they come back, set them on fire.

She was only a prostitute, but she had the nicest face I ever came across.

I had run away from home three times. I had been kicked out of three different schools under different circumstances. I was kicked out of everything that I didn't quit. Kicked out of schools. Kicked out of summer camp, the Boy Scouts, the altar boys, the choir, and something else that I can't think of, that I'm proud of. Anyway, that was my pattern. I just began to invent myself early in life, and went out and did something about it.

Let a smile be your umbrella, and you'll end up with a face full of rain.

There will be a rain dance Friday night, weather permitting!

No, there's no God, but there might be some sort of an organizing intelligence, and I think to understand it is way beyond our ability. It's certainly not a judgmental entity. It's certainly not paternalistic and all these qualities that have been attributed to God.