Don't believe everything you hear today

I am; I was. I want to be.

If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.

You'll have pie in the sky when you die.

The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.

You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?