My god-life! who can understand eve one little minute of it? 'don't try' he said 'just pretend you understand.

Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.

I had made her so unhappy that she had developed a sense of humor. [-Rabo Karabekian]

Well, it's practically over, thank God - I'm 83, there won't be that much more of it to put up with I don't think!

I wanted all things to seem to make some sense, So we could all be happy, yes, instead of tense. And I made up lies, so they all fit nice, and I made this sad world a paradise

Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.