Kupferman Quotes & Sayings

Faith can give us courage to face the uncertainties of the future. — Martin Luther King Jr.

A home isn't just a roof over our heads. A home is a place where we feel loved and where we love others. It's a place we belong. Love is what makes a home, not the contents inside the house or the number on the door. It's the people waiting for us across the threshold, the people who will take us in their arms after a ad day and kiss us good night and good morning everyday for the rest of our lives. — Hermann Hesse

It's the moment when something happens not just deep among the trees but also in the dark interior of the human heart, for the heart, too, has its night and its wild surges, as strong an instinct for the hunt as a wolf or a stag. The human night is filled with the crouching forms of dreams, desires, vanities, self-interest, mad love, envy, and the thirst for revenge, as the desert night conceals the puma, the hawk and the jackal. — Sandor Marai

Children are the greatest sufferers from outgrown theologies. — Luther Burbank

Remarrying a husband you've divorced is like having your appendix put back in. — Phyllis Diller

Possession and loving are concepts that damn each other. — Wilma Stockenstrom

First rule of Teach Kane a Lesson: you don't talk about Teach Kane a Lesson. Second rule of Teach Kane a Lesson: you don't talk about Teach Kane a Lesson. Third rule of Teach Kane a Lesson: if someone taps out, you just keep fighting. Fourth rule of Teach Kane a Lesson: there are no rules. Got it? — Gena Showalter

You always sound like you're coping pretty well on the phone."
"Don't be fooled. I have to maintain at least some shred of dignity. It's all a front for you. — Cherrie Lynn

I would love to meet Bob Marley. I mean, he's passed, but that's somebody that I would've loved to meet. — Ice Cube

Tink's a Disneyland whore!"-Jenks — Kim Harrison

Letter 90


When I used to sit up late at night writing in our bed, I was calmed by the sound of your breathing. I would hold my breath and watch your chest rise and fall. I felt like a blind man soothed by the scents and sounds of a garden.

As I lie here in bed writing this letter, there is only the sound of my own breathing.

When I hold my breath, there is only silence.

Tonight I feel like a miner being lowered farther and farther into a dark mine shaft, longing for the scents and the sounds of a garden. — Gregory Colbert

Heaven lies around us in our infancy. — William Golding

For me, art begins when there is something left that cannot be explained. — Moshe Kupferman