You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.

Fighting for peace, is like f***ing for chastity

Talent is a dreadfully cheap commodity, cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work and study; a constant process of honing. Talent is a dull knife that will cut nothing unless it is wielded with great force.

Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids' version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

If you can read in the 21st century you own the world.

If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.