Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.

I love you, because the love you gave me was the only love I've ever had, the only love I ever will have

I wonder now what Ernest Hemingways dictionary looked like, since he got along so well with dinky words that anybody can spell and truly understand.

If people think nature is their friend, then they sure don't need an enemy.

One [television] program was an interminable exploration of the question: can a woman with a low I.Q. be happily married to a man with a high one? The answer seemed to be yes and no.

...when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist.

There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.