Old friend, there are people—young and old—that I like, and people that I do not like. The former are always in short supply. I am turned off by humorless fanaticism, whether it's revolutionary mumbo-jumbo by a young one, or loud lessons from scripture by and old one. We are all comical, touching, slapstick animals, walking on our hind legs, trying to make it a noble journey from womb to tomb, and the people who can't see it all that way bore hell out of me.

If you would be thrilled by watching the galloping advance of a major glacier, you'd be ecstatic watching changes in publishing.

When you see the ugliness behind the tears of another person, it makes you take a closer look at your own.

If the cards are stacked against you, reshuffle the deck.

In the morning I'm often anti-semantic.

A man with a credit card is in hock to his own image of himself.

The only thing in the world worth a damn is the strange, touching, pathetic, awesome nobility of the individual human spirit.