Leroy bet me I couldn't find a pot of gold at the end, and I told him that was a stupid bet because the rainbow was enough.

No one remembers her beginnings. Mothers and aunts tell us about infancy and early childhood, hoping we won't forget the past when they had total control over our lives and secretly praying that because of it, we'll include them in our future.

If the world were a logical place, men would ride side saddle.

No government has the right to tell its citizens when or whom to love

I think of birth as the search for a larger apartment.

I think the reason I choose the comic approach so often is because it's harder, therefore affording me the opportunity to show off.

Trouble is said to be good for an artist's soul but almost never is.