There is a public me and a private me, who, if they were separate people, probably wouldn't exchange Christmas cards.

Though you lose all hope, there is still hope, and it loves to surprise.

A family is a bunch of people who keep confusing you with someone you were as a kid.

The world knows how to straighten out a spoiled child but never makes it up to a child deprived.

Somewhere between the honest truth and the deceptive lie is the deceptive truth and the honest lie.

Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don't you wonder who sent the flowers?

In the time it takes you to understand a 14-year-old, he turns 15.