I don't think one should ever come to my stage of life and have to look back and say, Gosh. I wish I hadn't spent all those years doing that job I was never really interested in.

I didn't know what narcissism was until I beheld my own naricssus.

New York is the true City of Light in any season.

A true Southerner will never say in 2-3 words what can better be said in 10-12.

I don't think I had a reputation as a hard worker, but inside I was always being eaten up by the pressures.

And still I wander, seeking compensation in unforseen encounters and unexpected sights, in sunsets, storms and passing fancies.

I'm not any kind of social reformer.