I have never been converted to or even had much interest in spiritualism, occultism, Swedenborgianism or any particular religion. And I never, except occasionally for a laugh, visit the quacks who call themselves psychics.

Electronic devices dislike me. There is never a day when something isn't ailing.

Sloppy language leads to sloppy thought, and sloppy thought to sloppy legislation.

The mob became unruly and the police were forced to resort to sex.

I'll be happy if I can just stay out of Nebraska.

I confess, I do have to remind myself almost daily that there are people on this earth capable of reading, writing, eating and dressing themselves who believe their lives are ruled from billions of miles away, by the stars - and, of course, the planets.

I like when the ice gets thin, the going gets rough, the guests get edgy.