I whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.
Stop trying to fill your head with science — for to fill your heart with love is enough.
Richard P. Feynman
Not that I ever play the lottery, because I don’t, but if I did, and if I won, here are the first five people I’d call:
“A good film is when the price of the dinner, the theatre admission and the babysitter were worth it.”
I like this photo of my mom because I have to believe she liked it. It shows her as an adult and in probably the best shape of her life. Her only complaint, I bet, would be that my sister and I are not in it, and so it is not a true representation of her because we were her whole life.
She died on August 12th, 2012, which was two years ago. I remember collapsing to the ground before I even hung up the phone. To the end, to the very moment before I received the call, I believed that I would get to talk to her again; I believed with all my heart and clung desperately and unashamedly to the hope that everything would be all right. So I guess I am really not as smart as you might think.
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Sometimes you don’t know if you’re Caesar about to cross the Rubicon or Captain Queeg cutting your own tow line.
You eventually learn that true priorities are like arms; if you think you have more than a couple, you’re either lying or crazy.
My five favorite weeks of the year:
You can’t keep blaming yourself. Just blame yourself once, and move on.
“Cold beer is bottled God.”
It’s been 15,000 days since I was born. It is a meaningless number, but I felt like I should mention it.
I wish my mom was around to celebrate this milestone. She’d undoubtedly think it was really cool.