I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway.

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

Government [is] an illusion the governed should not encourage.

Golf appeals to the idiot in us and the child. Just how childlike golf players become is proven by their frequent inability to count past five.

I would especially like to re-court the Muse of poetry, who ran off with the mailman four years ago, and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time.

Why does life feel, to us as we experience it, so desperately urgent and so utterly pointless at the same time?

Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy.