When he kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe, and the moment is eternal because he doesn't have any plans and isn't going anywhere. Just kissing you ... it's overwhelming.

A great artist can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is ... and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be ... more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo see that this lovely young girl is still alive

God split himself into a myriad parts that he might have friends. This may not be true, but it sounds good, and is no sillier than any other theology.

Anyone who can worship a trinity and insist that his religion is a monotheism can believe anything.

The marks won't listen if it's free.

He's an honest politician--he stays bought.

There is no such thing as luck; there is only adequate or inadequate preparation to cope with a statistical universe.