I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

The battle between good and evil is endlessly fascinating because we are participants every day.

He killed them with their love.

I worry about you Bev. I worry a lot.

On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?

He was one of those quite rare adults who communicate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially--not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug, in the same way that closing a big business deal may call for a handshake.

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.