It's like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into darkness. But true love stays fastened to the axle and doesn't move.

At times like this, adults need a drink

No, I don't want your money. The world moves less by money than by what you owe people and what they owe you. I don't like to owe anybody anything, so I keep to myself as much on the lending side as I can.

The good thing about writing book is that you can dream while you are awake.

It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.