Power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed.

Let me tell you something, my wife died for Tuesdays ago. Cancer of the colon. We were married forty-one years. Now you stop feeling sorry for yourself and lose some of that pork of yours. Pretty girl like you - you don't want to do this yourself.

Dialogue comes naturally to me and I can hear the characters' voices in the scenes.

If you risked love, it took you wherever you wanted to go. If you repressed it, you ended up unhappy.

The evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.

If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them.