Occupation: Musical Artist Birth: 1963
Life is too short to hold a grudge, also too long..
Two people can have a middling day, but one rounds up and the other rounds down..
I am a private person, but I will reveal this about myself: if you start massaging my shoulders, don't expect me to tell you to stop..
Someday a computer will give a wrong answer to spare someone's feelings, and man will have invented artificial intelligence..
There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject..
Looking back on our lives, we invariably find that the person we pretended to be is the person we became..
You live long enough in a world spinning on its axis, you learn to spin in the same direction..
To become a grandparent is to enjoy one of the few pleasures in life for which the consequences have already been paid..
I don't hate anyone. The only people I know well enough to hate, I love..
If I had it to do again, I'd ask more questions and interrupt fewer answers..
The great enemy of achievement is a schedule already full..
There is no daily chore so trivial that it cannot be made important by skipping it two days running..
If I had my life to live over, I'd have fewer meetings and more rendezvous..
In the best of relationships you have two people who cannot think of anything that was not part of the deal..
Stubbornly persist, and you will find that the limits of your stubbornness go well beyond the stubbornness of your limits.
There is a time early in life when there seem to be countless reasons for happiness, and then you discover your mom is making them up..
Corporations no longer try to fit square pegs into round holes; they just fit them into square cubicles..
Sometimes to do the right thing, we must keep a promise we never made..
Eventually you realize that not all opposing viewpoints come from people who oppose you..
To a small child, the perfect granddad is unafraid of big dogs and fierce storms but absolutely terrified of the word "boo.".
Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of ….