If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I’ll love your face no matter what it looks like. Because it’s yours.
If our faith is strong, we’ll go to heaven, and we’ll understand the whole thing when we get there. As if life were a joke, and heaven the place where the cosmic punchline is finally explained to us.
I’m one of those people who doesn’t really know what he thinks until he writes it down.
I think all mothers shine a little, you know, at least until their kids grow up enough to watch out for themselves.
I guess we always find excuses to keep on with our bad habits, don’t we?
I don’t think anybody can ever be a hundred percent sure of anything in this wicked world, but I wanted to get up to ninety-eight.
Humans were built to look back; that’s why we have that swivel joint in our necks.
Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together.
Home is the place that when you go there, they have to take you in.
History doesn’t repeat itself, but it harmonizes, and what it usually makes is the devil’s music.
Henry Thoreau said that we don’t own things; things own us. Every new object – whether it’s a home, a car, a television, or a fancy phone like that one – is something more we must carry on our backs.
Hearts don’t really break. If only they could.
