So, while fitting in, she was like a wicked detail standing out against a placid background.

What is comedy? Comedy is the art of making people laugh without making them puke.

You want to know how I think art should be taught to children? Take them to a museum and say, 'This is art, and you can't do it.

I happened to take a photo, and there was my wife, my dog and my banjo, all in the same shot - and I thought, "Oh, that's like a family portrait right there."

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.

[her] mind blackens. The blackness is not a thought, but if it could be pressed into a thought, if a chemical from a dropper could be dripped onto it causing its color and essence to become visible, it would take the shape of this sentence: Why does no one want me?

She looked down again and I was stymied. I sat. Oh, this was enough to make me love her, because I was right with her, understanding every second and longing to step in. I didn’t even need to know the specific that was troubling her, because to me her halting voice easily stood for the general woe that hangs in the air, even on life’s happiest days.