There is a time early in life when there seem to be countless reasons for happiness, and then you discover your mom is making them up.

Life is a series of family photos in which you keep moving to the rear until finally you're a portrait in the background.

A mom forgives us all our faults, not to mention one or two we don't even have.

To accept reality is only to encourage it.

So often the end of a love affair is death by a thousand cuts, so often its survival is life by a thousand stitches.

Sometimes, as practice for trying to convince myself that God exists, I try to convince my shadow that the sun exists.

Man, in his sensitivity, does not give names to animals he intends to eat but goes on giving names to children he intends to send to war.