Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night
Start telling the stories that only you can tell.
Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.
Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.
Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.
In a world where people die every day, I think the important thing to remember is that for each moment of sorrow we get when people leave this world there's a corresponding moment of joy when a new baby comes into this world. That first wail is-well, it's magic, isn't it? Perhaps it's a hard thing to say, but joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies. That's how well they go together. I think we should all take a moment to meditate on that.
I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled.
I have heard, Mr. Holmes, that you can see deeply into the manifold wickedness of the human heart.
That one person that says "I heard your stuff and I really like this. " It really touches my heart because it's what I love to do. I'd rather do it for the people than do it for a machine, a company that just wants to make money.
A person's fears are lighter when the danger is at hand.
My golf must be improving, I'm not hitting as many spectators.