Love is like being featherless in mid flight and not even wondering if you taste like chicken. My love must taste like ostrich, because I’m always running from it.

“Thoughtlessness—I try not to think about it.”

“When I’m tired, I say, “I’m calling it a night.” Well, what else am I going to …”

“I want to save the environment. I like being green as much as the next Smurf.”

“I talked to a mother of nine last night, and I thought, “Nine is nine years too…”