Once upon a time there was a woman who was just like all women. And she married a man who was just like all men. And they had some children who were just like all children. And it rained all day. The woman had to skewer the hole in the kitchen sink, when it was blocked up. The man went to the pub every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. The other nights he mended his broken bicycle, did the pool coupons, and longed for money and power. The woman read love stories and longed for things to be different. The children fought and yelled and played and had scabs on their knees. In the end they all died.

You will always have value and nothing can change that.

What you forget is that plants themselves want to live as much as you want them to. More.

Vanity is a vital aid to nature: completely and absolutely necessary to life. It is one of nature's ways to bind you to the earth.

The long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.

It's because I'm only interested in the big things that I'm not interested in politics.

Knowing it can always get worse, I try to be grateful for whatever good I have.