The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation - is there a worst trade one makes in life?

Our destiny hides among our free choices, disguised as the free-est of all.

You can accept reality, or you can persist in your purpose until reality accepts you.

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

Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

Once an absurdity is accepted as truth, it will seem truer the more absurd it is shown to be.