Death likes it when you play hard to get.

Slow and steady wins the race, then wastes no time grinding salt-caked glass in your open wounds.

In the end, we decide if we're remembered for what happened to us or for what we did with it.

I barely trust established sources of information. I have a hard time finding [Wikipedia], an encyclopedia that anyone can alter, to be a safe way to learn about anything except how many idiots think their opinions are a suitable substitute for facts.

A birthday wish granted 23 years late is still a birthday wish granted.

Sometimes old things need to go away. That way, we have room for the new things that come into our lives.

Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.