A simple grateful thought turned heavenwards is the most perfect prayer.
I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing
Sometimes I think what I write is funny in its quiet way.
...or like an old friend one has known too well and doesn't want to see.
there are two kinds of humanity, those who dream and those who don't, and both tend to despise, or to tolerate, the other.
When I became political and Communist, it was because they were the only people I had ever met who fought the color bar in their lives.