Beyond our most stubborn misperception lies often our fondest dream.

There are secrets I will take to the grave and others I'd feel safer having cremated.

A bottle of wine Still to be drunk, A bundle of thoughts Still to be thunk.

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

Usually the woman has an appointment with destiny, and the man just happens to be there.

You can as easily love without trusting as you can hug without embracing.

Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?