This imitation Elvis may not be the king, but baby I'm the next best thing.

What if life is just a cosmic joke, like spiders in your underwear.

I hate to mention age, but I come from an era when we weren't consumed by technology and television. My mother insisted that her children read. To describe my scarce leisure time in today's terms, I always default to reading.

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.

Maybe there is another who sees life not as a flickering candle but as a torch that can illuminate an undiscovered world.

I remember the excruciating school task of writing a three-page term paper. But, oh, that feeling when I was done! I think I drive myself for that feeling of accomplishment.

I made a deal with the devil for a whole lot of money.