Most people don't grow up. It's too damn difficult. What happens is most people get older.

Most plain girls are virtuous because of the scarcity of opportunity to be otherwise.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender to the vague but murderous pressure of adult conformity.

Love is that condition in the human spirit so profound that it allows me to survive, and better than that, to thrive with passion, compassion, and style.

If more Africans had eaten missionaries, the continent would be in better shape.