Abstract art is a fundamental distrust of the theory of reality concocted by the eyes.

I have fancied myself a rebel, but at every critical moment of my life, I have been exactly the child my parents raised.

Do not call any work menial until you have watched a proud person do it.

Recalling days of sadness, memories haunt me. Recalling days of happiness, I haunt my memories.

You don't realize how little accuracy there is in network TV reporting until they cover a story in your hometown.

Do I rue a life wasted doing crosswords? Yes, but I do know the three-letter-word for regret.

Where hope would otherwise become hopelessness, it becomes faith.