I am absolutely convinced that religion is the main source of hatred in this world.
The middle of the road is for yellow lines and dead armadillos.
When everybody does better, EVERYBODY does better.
Republicans are so empty-headed, they wouldn't make a good landfill.
The water won't clear up until we get the hogs out of the creek.
But, as my mother used to tell me, two wrongs don't make a right. But I soon figured out that three left turns do.
Politics ought to be fun. It shouldn't be just boring meetings.
You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
One area I have a huge amount of trouble in is writing about myself. I get a heavy, almost depressed feeling.
When I was a kid, I had this idea that I would have a beard when I got older. I thought it'd be nice to rub my chin.