You got to live before you can afford to die.

Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.

I am writing this from what we Americans call Yurrp. In Yurrp writers are taken as seriously as Lana Turner's legs are in America - a ridiculous situation.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

If you understand each other you will be kind to each other.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

My imagination will get me a passport to hell one day.