The sky was the color of Edgar Allan Poe's pajamas.

Equality is not in regarding different things similarly, equality is in regarding different things differently.

Anyone who maintains absolute standards of good and evil is dangerous. As dangerous as a maniac with a loaded revolver.

When two people meet and fall in love, there's a sudden rush of magic. Magic is just naturally present then. We tend to feed on that gratuitous magic without striving to make any more. One day we wake up and find that the magic is gone. We hustle to get it back, but by then it's usually too late, we've used it up. What we have to do is work like hell at making additional magic right from the start. It's hard work, but if we can remember to do it, we greatly improve our chances of making love stay.

A child's mind is its living room; it's is going to be residing there for the rest of its earthly existence.

There's a certain Buddhistic calm that comes from having... money in the bank.

His voice wore no pants.