Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.

Humans are divided between those who can still look through the eyes of youth and those who cannot.

We feel that to reveal embarrassing or private things, we have given someone something, that, like a primitive person fearing that a photographer will steal his soul, we identify our secrets, our past and their blotches, with our identity, that revealing our habits or losses or deeds somehow makes one less of oneself.

If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.

I'm interested in the human impact of the giant foot of misplaced government. After all, we encounter it every day.

3. There are bears and there are small dogs. Be strong like bear! If they take out your teeth, sit on the dogs. Bears always forget they can just sit on the dogs. Sit on the dogs.