If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.

I think part of being a parent is trying to kill your kids.

Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?

He did it (listened) as the world's most charming and magnetic people do, always asking the right question at the right time, never fidgeting or taking his eyes from the speaker's face, making the other guy feel like the most knowledgeable, brilliant, and intellectually savvy person on the planet.

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

Like the man said, a little hope never hurt anybody

Lovecraft opened the way for me, as he had done for others before me