One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare hands - and pick up that lethal gunk and drop it into the garbage. To top that, I saw her reach into the wet garbage bag and fish around in there looking for a lost teaspoon. Bare hands - a kind of mad courage.

Remember, most of us got something for nothing the first time just by showing up here at birth. Now we have to qualify.

And I’m not confused about the lack of, or the need for, imagination in low or high places. We could do better we must do better. There are far worse things to drop on people than crayolas.

The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. The grass is greenest where it is watered.

My secret agenda is to convey my values to my kids.

Just when you thought that you already learned the way how to live, life changes - and you're left the same as you begun.

The name is not important anymore - it's the tone that counts. I feel like an old dog I know. He will come to any name you call him, just so long as your demeanor carries with it the promise of affection and food