In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured.

One of life's regrets is that you didn't always tell the truth, and now it's too late, because the truth has changed.

Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.

As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.

Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.

In comparing religious belief to science, I try to remember that science is belief also.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.