Take a note: it usually works better if you wait until I do something stupid before getting mad at me.

Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was.

Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.

Yes,' he said sincerely. 'Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.

Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.