My mother insisted that her children read.

I got a PBS mind in an MTV world.

The right combination of guilt and machismo has sent many a fool out into the jungle when he should have stayed home.

I have never cared about setting world records, or filling my boat with fish, or, for that matter, even catching fish. I go for the experience of spending six hours in the arms of the ocean, never thinking of a single thing except chasing fish.

Our children may save us if they are taught to care properly for the planet; but if not, it may be back to the Ice Age or the caves from where we first emerged. Then we'll have to view the universe above from a cold, dark place. No more jet skis, nuclear weapons, plastic crap, broken pay phones, drugs, cars, waffle irons, or television. Come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea.

Fun is about as good a habit as there is.

The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.