There's only one me, and I'm stuck with him.
I am eternally grateful for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.
Unannounced changes in life's itinerary are like dancing lessons from God.
Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not.
The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.