The comic spirit masquerades in all things we say and do. We are each a clown and do not need to put on a white face.

I am not caused by my history-my parents, my childhood and development. These are mirrors in which I may catch glimpses of my image.

We are driven by the results of the Big Bang, billions of years ago, which eventually produced life, which eventually produced human beings, and so on. But me? I'm an accident - a result - and therefore a victim.

We're an air bag society that wants guarantees on everything that we buy. We want to be able to take everything back and get another one. We want a 401-k plan and Social Security.

Love alone is not enough. Without imagination, love stales into sentiment, duty, boredom. Relationships fail not because we have stopped loving but because we first stopped imagining.

We approach people the same way we approach our cars. We take the poor kid to a doctor and ask, "What's wrong with him, how much will it cost, and when can I pick him up?"

The moment the angel enters a life it enters an environment. We are ecological from day one.