Es ist niemals zu spät für eine glückliche Kindheit.
In so einer komplexen Welt wie unserer, gibt es keine moralischen Absolute.
If I could have drawn a cat yelling for lasagna every day for 15 years and have them pay me $30 million to do so, I would have.
I will go to my grave in a state of abject endless fascination that we all have the capacity to become emotionally involved with a personality that doesn't exist.
I ignore Hallmark Holidays. And this comes from a guy who has sold a million Opus greeting cards.
