When Reality Looks Too Ugly, Fantasize.

It Takes No More Time To See The Good Side Of Life Than To See The Bad.

Give Me Oysters And Beer, For Dinner Every Day Of The Year, And I'll Be Fine.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

Nobody Else Cares About You At The Beginning Of Your Career Except You-and, Of Course, Your Mother. Your Mother Is There Because That Is What Mothers Do.

I'm Living On Things That Excite Me, Be They Pastry, Or Lobster, Or Love...