What is my definition of jazz? "Safe sex of the highest order."

People should practice an art in order to make their souls grow and not to make money or become famous. Paint a picture. Write.

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

The dog, who had sounded so ferocious in the winter distances, was a female German Shepherd. She was shivering. Her tail was between her legs. She had been borrowed that morning from a farmer. She had never been to war before. She had no idea what game was being played. Her name was Princess.

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.

Take it from somebody who has been around for a million years: When you get right down to it, food is practically the whole story every time.

The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only the electronic clocks but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again. There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling I had to believe whatever clocks said -and calendars.