It comes down to whether you believe in seven miraculous escapes a week or one guardian angel.

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

Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.

I believe in animal rights, and high among them is the right to the gentle stroke of a human hand.

Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?

What we have earned by the sweat of our brow, we defend with pride. What we have gained by the accident of birth, we guard with prejudice.

If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?