In the realist, you have the sorry sight of the five senses deprived of their imagination.

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

I believe in a real, physical world. I figure if the world existed only in my mind, it would pay more attention to me.

What you discover in a democracy is that it is difficult to build a house when each nail has an opinion.

Love may be blind, but this I'll state - it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.

I tell my child, if I seem obsessed to always know where you've been, it is because my DNA will be found at the scene.

Hope is a walk through a flowering meadow. One does not require that it lead anywhere.