I suppose these deadlines we set for ourselves are really a way of saying we appreciate time, and want to use all of it.

Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hard-shelled, firmly closed.

My favorite author's question of all time - because it's so simple to answer ... 'Is your hair really like that, or do you get it done?

Without the protection of surliness and levity, all children would be crushed by the past—the past of others, loaded onto their shoulders. Selfishness is their saving grace.

Don't let the bastards grind you down.

I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.

Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.