But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don’t have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That’s my problem now. I can’t find the image.

But intolerant,narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host,change form,and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.

Still, in the end, we all die just the same.

It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition.

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.

A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.

When someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them.