We find things where we look for them.

There is a what-the-hell moment in life when you feel you have been pre-punished for every sin you'll ever commit.

Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.

You spend the first two-thirds of your life asking to be left alone and the last third not having to ask.

If you could travel back in time to the present moment, what would you do differently?

I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.

In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe.