I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.

The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy.

Turn your love into promises, that when you doubt your love, you may simply ask, "Am I keeping my promises?"

We are known to our friends by a look in our eyes that we never see in a mirror.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

There comes a point in a relationship when you realize that you trust someone enough to let them keep their secrets.

Despite the goings-on in Congress, I don't believe the USA is bordering on madness. I believe Mexico and Canada are.