How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.

The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.

...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.

It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

My first job was scooping ice cream at Friendly's in Albany, New York. I hated the work, most of my colleagues, and the uniform, and I more or less lost my taste for ice cream permanently.