What is the fire in our belly but the eternal flame of a thousand ancestors.

Oh, the things that go through my mind that I never say. Oh, the things I say that never go through my mind.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

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

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

I've learned never to be surprised if what must inevitably happen happens right now.

An art critic is someone who appreciates art, except for any particular piece of art.