Thanks to the circus between my ears, I can seize upon the smallest disquieting observation and from it extrapolate a terror of cataclysmic proportions.

I would not cry. I do not cry. How bitter do you risk becoming by swallowing too many tears?

I work on one page, revising and polishing until I can't make it better, then move on to the next. Some pages might get 20 or more drafts before I move on.

The things we worry about the most are never the things that bite us. The sharpest teeth always take their nip of us when we are looking the other way.

Always, beneath every apparent chaos, order waits to be revealed.

I come down on the side of free will but I have sympathy for those who believe in fate because there is something about life which we feel we have no control over.

Stay low, stay quiet, keep it simple, don't expect too much, enjoy what you have.