I was taught that the human brain was the crowning glory of evolution so far, but I think it's a very poor scheme for survival.

I am an atheist (or at best a Unitarian who winds up in church quite a lot).

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but the living room in your fortified compound.

The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms.

Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.

All male writers, incidentally, no matter how broke or otherwise objectionable, have pretty wives. Somebody should look into this.

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?