“But if there’s love, dear – those are the ties that bind, and you’ll have a family in your heart, forever.”

People say satire is dead. It’s not dead; it’s alive and living in the White House.

A woman would never make a nuclear bomb. They would never make a weapon that kills, no, no. They’d make a weapon that makes you feel bad for a while.

Boys, you must strive to find your own voice, because the longer you wait to begin the less likely you are to find it at all.

A human life is just a heartbeat in heaven.

Even mistakes can be wonderful.

If it’s the Psychic Network why do they need a phone number?

Change is not popular; we are creatures of habit as human beings. ‘I want it to be the way it was.’ But if you continue the way it was there will be no ‘is.’

There’s no shame in failing. The only shame is not giving things your best shot.

Cocaine is God’s way of telling you you are making too much money.

The truth is, if anything, I’m probably addicted to laughter.

Canada is like a loft apartment over a really great party.

Compassionate conservative. I don’t know what that is, it sounds like a Volvo with a gun rack.

I do believe in love; it’s wonderful – especially love third time around, it’s even more precious; it’s kind of amazing.

You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.

The great thing about marriage is the idea of really getting to know someone. And really getting to know a woman is a life long task.

Our job is improving the quality of life, not just delaying death.

Only the foolish, blinded by language’s conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it’s melancholy rim, green in it’s envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it’s greatest rages, black.

They say a blind hog will find the acorn one day.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary’s eyes, and Mary was blind.

There’s a difference between a soft spot and a blind spot,

My mother would cry about my blindness and the hopelessness of my ever seeing, but I told her I wasn’t sad. I believed God had something for me to do.

When scientifically investigating the natural world, the only thing worse than a blind believer is a seeing denier.

I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind- And I see that my own hands can make The world that’s in my mind.

When I was a child, kids used to make fun of me because I was blind. But I just became more curious, ‘How can I climb this tree and get an apple for this girl?’ That’s what mattered to me.