My granny Torrelli says when you are angry with someone, so angry you are thinking hateful things, so angry maybe you want to punch them, then you should think of the good things about them, and the nice things they've said, and why you liked them in the first place.

You know, maybe that's all anybody wants, is to be useful. And have somebody else notice it.

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

Maybe it was the same with people: if you studied them,you'd see new and different things. But would you like what you saw? Did it depend on who was doing the looking?

In a course of a lifetime, what does it matter?

The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.