“Life often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer’s porch. Our choice is in the drinking.”

“I want to laugh hysterically into a bucket of water, have my humor imprinted on each water molecule and then drink the funniest drink ever.”

“And if my choice is to sit graciously in my best robes and accept the inevitable or to bail a sea with a bucket, give me the bucket.”

“I just want to come and sit on your front porch and drink mint juleps.”

“Why was he alive on Earth? Very often the meaning was obscured. Very often it required some digging. The meaning of his life was an elusive stream of water hundreds of feet below the surface, and he would periodically drop a bucket down the well, fill it, bring it up and drink from it. But this did not sustain him for long.”

“My love is not water in a bucket, you know. It's not as if someone else can drink it all up and leave none left for you.”