Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.
The Little Drummer Boy was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy senseless with his own drumsticks.
There are days when I think I don't believe anymore. When I think I've grown too old for miracles. And that's right when another seems to happen.
Friends, I was pretty sure, lift their friends up; they don't weigh them down like a sack full of stones
There's no going back from what happened. You can go back and understand the past, but you can't go back and change it.
I have a theory that as long as you have one good friend, one real friend, you can get through anything.
Some things you can fix, and some things you can't. And I just think it is a shame to walk away from the things you can.
If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics?
I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork.
I do wanna get married. It just sounds great. You get to go grocery shopping together, rent videos, and the kissing and the hugging and the kissing and the hugging under the cozy covers. Mmmm! But sometimes I worry that I don't wanna get married as much as I want to get dipped in a vat of warm, rising bread dough. That might feel pretty good, too.
Only by obedience to his genius; only by the freest activity in the way constitutional to him, does an angel seem to arise beforea man, and lead him by the hand out of all the wards of the prison.