You bastards, she said. You lovely bastards.
I used to be a cool chick but I'm not anymore.
Our lives sometimes depend on computers performing as predicted.
Those who are truly grateful are deeply moved by the privilege of living.
Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.
Kids are absolutely starved for positive adult contact.
Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.
Just because your heart is beating, doesn't mean you're alive.
When you get to the end of the rainbow, you haven't even started yet.
Risk is the clue that our dreams are both real and great.
Mother is far too clever to understand anything she does not like.