Every world has dogs or their equivalent, creatures that thrive on companionship, creatures that are of a high order of intelligence although not the highest and that therefore is simple enough in their wants and needs to remain innocent. The combination of their innocence and their intelligence allows them to serve as a bridge bewtween what is transient and what is eternal, between the finate and the infinate.

It's only life. We all get through it.

Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton.

What looks tragic might be comic on second consideration, and what is comic might bring tears in time.

I can't go on to page two until I can get page one as perfect as I can make it. That might mean I will rewrite and rewrite page one 20, 30, 50, 100 times.

I can do what I need to do. I can get where I want to go, no matter how hard it is.

Books showed me that there were other ways to live a life.