And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

The economy is a thoughtless weather system.

The world is too serious. To get mad at a work of art-because maybe somebody, somewhere is blowing his stack over what I've done-is like getting mad at a hot fudge sundae.

To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life.

This person has just arrived on this planet, knows nothing about it, has no standards by which to judge it. This person does not care what it becomes. It is eager to become absolutely anything it is supposed to be.

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.

Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.