Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.