We are each of us born into the arms of mortality, the Lord recognizing our need to be held.

Just once it might be instructive to pretend you're accepting an award for failure, just to see who you would thank.

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

I've learned never to be surprised if what must inevitably happen happens right now.

There are memories I choose not to live with, but we hang out at the same bar.

A paranoid thinks that sinister forces are out to get him, not realizing that they are out to get everybody.

All my life I've wanted, just once, to say something clever without losing my train of thought