We even make ourselves up, fusing what we are with what we wish into what we must become. I’m not sure why it must be so, but it is.
The heart will turn to a prune if love is always by the numbers. How will you know if someone really loves you if they only meet your expectations and not your needs?
Above all, if what you’ve done is stupid, but it works, it ain’t stupid.
It is the chair in honor of all those who, however competently, embrace the impossible. Sit in that chair someday.
If you tell people you talk to God, they’ll think you’re religious, but if you say God talks to you, it’s ten to one they’ll think you’re crazy.
Once you know where the roller coaster is going, are you in for the ride?
Any fool can make enough money to survive. It’s another thing to keep yourself consistently entertained. It’s a lot of work, and a lot of fun, to make a life.
You feel like an ant contemplating Chicago.
I fear the boredom that comes with not learning and not taking chances.
I believe in dancing.
I think my writing is part of my ministry.
I don’t think there is a hidden purpose to the universe that you have to puzzle out.
My secret agenda is to convey my values to my kids.
Children are sent to school to be civilized, to learn to be part of the social enterprise.
Clean up your own mess.
I’ve always made a clear distinction between making a life and making a living.
To be human is to keep rattling the bars of the cage of existence, hollering, ‘What’s it for?’
Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.
I get tired of hearing it’s a crummy world and that people are no damned good. What kind of talk is that? I know a place in Payette, Idaho, where a cook and a waitress and a manager put everything they’ve got into laying a chicken-fried steak on you.
The point is that getting married for lust or money or social status or even love is usually trouble. The point is that marriage is a maze into which we wander – a maze that is best got through with a great companion.