In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other.

It's not just the cheerleading thing I have a problem with, it's the whole jock enchilada. I'm all for a good game of basketball in teh driveway or a killer bike ride. But when there's tackling and grunting involved-- no thanks.

People are pretty much alike. It's only that our differences are more susceptible to definition than our similarities.

I have always felt that laughter in the face of reality is probably the finest sound there is and will last until the day when the game is called on account of darkness. In this world, a good time to laugh is any time you can.

Co-dependence...taking someone else's temperature to see how you feel.

The whole town looks as if it had been left out in the rain too long and by mistake.

Putting people in a room and strapping wires to their wrist to find out if I make them tingle when I'm telling them about Beirut is a long way from Edward R. Murrow.