Thoughts can hurt like real pain.

Truth is simply whatever you can bring yourself to believe.

Some truth has no nourishment in it.

The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .

Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia Our time is forever now.

Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. We are uncommonly and marvelously intricate in thought and action, our problems are most complex and, too often, silently borne.

Writers are encouraged to "keep 'em laughing" and complain "with good humor" in order to "win" allies. The joke is always on ourselves.