Laugh and the world laughs with you!

It's salt. Why don't you sprinkle some on me, honey? Aren't I just good enough to eat?

The more I think about it, the more I realize that schools are just factories for turning out robots, that's all. They get you when your small and vulnerable and they take all the human parts away, bit by bit, until you're just a wind-up toy. Turn the key and set it running. And the toy goes to university, gets a job, settles down with someone nice.

There's a palace in your head, boy. Learn to live in it always.

The big problem is time. I don't have enough of it to do all the things I think about doing.

I plan years in advance, but I like to leave enough space in the narrative scheme to change things, because I always get my best ideas the closer I come to the end of a project, after I've lived with it for a while.

My greatest accomplishment so far is to keep selling enough that I never want for the labor that sustains my Presbyterian soul.