I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.

God is a lonely place without steak.

Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.

God knows I am not too hippy. Perhaps because I am too much around the hip and I fear fads for, like anybody else, I like something that tends to last.

Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.

Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.

What? You’d dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?” That’s when you need a drink the most.