Before you pledge your undying love to someone, make them promise they won't die.

One can only imagine how effective justice might be if admissible in a court of law.

The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.

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

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

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

Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.