The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire.

Wherever there’s a conductor, you’re sure to find a dead composer!

I don't know why wicked places generally look wicked. You'd think they'd look nice, to fool people, but they hardly ever do.

You'd think that sweet would be a land far, far away from irritating, but as it turns out they're right next door, and always having border disputes.

It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.

Miracles are like pimples, because once you start looking for them you find more than you ever dreamed you'd see.

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.