I say to my child, I will explain to you as much of life as I can, but you must remember that there is a part of life for which you are the explanation.

No one complains of being a prisoner of love who has ever been a prisoner of loneliness.

Looking back, you realize that everything would have explained itself if you had only stopped interrupting.

Life is short, God's way of encouraging a bit of focus.

One thing you learn in a long marriage is how many sneezes to wait before saying, "Bless you.

Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.

I look back on the time I've wasted, and I'm just glad I wasted it while I still had the chance.