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

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

To the artist, the Book of Genesis is an account of six days in which God suggested some really good ideas.

Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.

There is no tomorrow. There is only a planet turning on its axis, and a creature given to optimistic fancies.

If minutes were kept of a family gathering, they would show that "Members not Present" and "Subjects Discussed" were one and the same.

There is a purpose to our lives that each day tugs at our sleeve as an annoying distraction.