I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.

The umpire had comical news. The congregation had been theoretically spotted from the air by a theoretical enemy. They were all theoretically dead now. The theoretical corpses laughed and ate a hearty noontime meal.

The surface of Earth heaved and seethed in fecund restlessness. Earth was most fertile where the most death was.

Pretend to be good always and even God will be fooled.

There are lots of things worth doing that are no way to make a living. They are agreeable ways to make a more agreeable life.

There were creative-writin g teachers long before there were creative-writin g courses, and they were called and continue to be called editors.

Human beings will believe in all kinds of things that aren't true, and that's okay. And TV is a part of that.