Find me now. Before someone else does.

In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion,'" she repeats, making sure of it. If she had paper and pencil, it wouldn't surprise me if she wrote it down. "So what does that really mean? In simple terms." I think it over. It takes me a while to gather my thoughts, but she waits patiently. "I think it means," I say, "that chance encounters are what keep us going. In simple terms.

My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street - what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.

The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow.

Cell phones are so convenient that they're an inconvenience.

Many are the women who can take their clothes off seductively, but women who can charm as they dress?

Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells.