“Sucking the marrow out of life doesn’t mean choking on the bone.”

To be free. Such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world.

Death – to blink for an exceptionally long period of time.

Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party!’

Cricket is basically baseball on valium.

The Second Amendment says we have the right to bear arms, not to bear artillery.

You have to break in half to love somebody.

Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting.

She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other.

Gentlemen, haven’t we learned anything from the music of John Lennon? All we need is love.

If heaven exists, to know that there’s laughs, that would be a great thing.

You know the difference between a tornado and divorce in the south? Nothing! Someone is losing a trailer.

Good people end up in Hell because they can’t forgive themselves.

Sometimes the mask we wear is simply just a smile.

Some are born great. Some achieve greatness. Some get it as a graduation gift.

Politics is so personal, vicious and immediate, how are you going to get anything done? Even the local politics where I live have gotten so ugly.

Poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.

As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.

Most drag queens, they put on music like it’s a costume. It’s not in their bones. It’s not in their background.

The Indians said the bones were those of a race of people three times the size of a man.

Love me to the bone beneath the nerves beyond my mistakes beneath my veins and even as my heart breaks. Love me entirely or not at all.

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, someone comes into your life who’ll take up a place in your heart that no one else can fill, someone who’s tighter than a twin, more with you than your own shadow, who gets deeper under your skin than your own blood and bones.

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.

I learned that the world didn’t see the inside of you, that it didn’t care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.