All is illusion, although as long as there's an illusion that the kids need to be fed, all might as well be reality.

Art is an attempt to understand, yielding pleasure in the attempt whether or not we understand.

What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.

Life never tires of testing the proposition that life must go on.

Sometimes, in a moral struggle, we discover the right thing to do - just as, on some cold day long ago, we discovered mittens pinned to our coat sleeve.

Am I lying to you if I tell you the same lie I tell myself?

We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.