I do wanna get married. It just sounds great. You get to go grocery shopping together, rent videos, and the kissing and the hugging and the kissing and the hugging under the cozy covers. Mmmm! But sometimes I worry that I don't wanna get married as much as I want to get dipped in a vat of warm, rising bread dough. That might feel pretty good, too.

Here's the Middle East. Here's the mosque, here's the church, open the temple, everybody's MAD!

I have trouble watching singers because they are so sincere.

If you're ever if you're ever thinking, “Oh, but I'm a waste of space and I'm a burden,” remember: that also describes the Grand Canyon. Why don't you have friends and family take pictures of you from a safe distance? Revel in your majestic profile?

I get sort of short with people and start grumbling and clearing my throat - in honor of my father - when I'm impatient. It's very charming.

Get out of your house and go see some live performance, for God's sake. There are people creating things just outside your window.

The thing that keeps the thoughts coming back is the power that you put in the thought that you can't think of it.