Quotes from Robert Brault

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 a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

Lovers needn't always agree, anymore than poetry need always rhyme.

If I choose abstraction over reality, it is because I find it the lesser chaos.

The shortest distance between two points assumes you know where you're going.

The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.

A parent's love is whole no matter how many times divided.

Who does not wish to be beautiful, and clever, and rich, and to have back, in old age, the time spent trying to be any of them.

It's still possible to be a cockeyed optimist these days — you just have to be a little more cockeyed.

Though you lose all hope, there is still hope, and it loves to surprise.

The experience I gained at age 21 would be useful if I were ever 21 again. But I'm 71 and new at it and keep making age 71 mistakes.

One is more apt to become wise by doing fool things than by reading wise sayings.

You can awaken each day to obligations you never chose — or you can decide now to choose them.

There are days when you need someone who just wants to be your sunshine and not the air you breathe.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured.

Man is the only animal who enjoys the consolation of believing in a next life; all other animals enjoy the consolation of not worrying about it.

The trick to playing second fiddle is to play it like second Stradivarius.

If you don't decide what your life is about, it defaults to what you spend your days doing.

It's not that I'm a Type?B personality. It's that I'm driven by a passionate, all-consuming desire to take it easy.

As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.

You don't want to get to the end of life's journey and discover you never left the interstate.

If you could eavesdrop on everything said about you, you'd spend most of your time waiting for the subject to come up.

When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.

There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate.