We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

If I choose abstraction over reality, it is because I consider it the lesser chaos.

The verdict is still out on my life, the judge having not yet instructed the jury, both of whom are me.

Be it human or animal, touch is a life-giving thing. Has anyone ever had a stroke or a heart attack while cozied up with a pet? I doubt it.

Charisma is not so much getting people to like you as getting people to like themselves when you're around.

It’s my luck that every time I feel I completely comprehend God’s plan, I don’t have a pencil with me.

Often it's just a short swim from the shipwreck of your life to the island paradise of your dreams, assuming you don't drown in the metaphor.