This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God's chillun are made how God made 'em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.

Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.

Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.

He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.

When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.

I’m never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.