To a small child, the perfect granddad is unafraid of big dogs and fierce storms but absolutely terrified of the word "boo."

What do we ask of friendship except to be taken for what we pretend to be - and without having to pretend.

Often it's just a short swim from the shipwreck of your life to the island paradise of your dreams, assuming you don't drown in the metaphor.

Sometimes the answer to our prayers is to become the answer to someone else's prayers.

The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy.

I'm discovering that everybody is a closet quotesmith. Just give them a chance.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.