Rules and responsibilities: these are the ties that bind us. We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves. I will do what I have to do. And I will do what I must.

Finish what you're writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.

He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring because yesterday has brought it.

I think I could be a perfectly decent cat. I've been around cats long enough to know what the rules of being a cat are. When all else fails, wash. And I think I could master the thing that cats do, where they stalk away pretending they meant to do whatever it was in the first place; showing their wounded dignity.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

I remembered something somebody had once said to me. It's okay. Everyday is freshly ground.

I've been blogging since February of 2001. When I started blogging, it was a dinosaur blog. It was me and a handful of tyrannosaurs. We'd be writing blog entries like, 'The tyrannosaurus is getting grumpy.'