I got out my jar of ointment. I knew animators who had special containers for the ointment. Crockery, hand-blown glass, mystical symbols carved into the sides. I used an old Mason jar that had once held Grandma Blake's green beans. Larry fished out a peanut butter jar with the label still on it. Extra-crunchy. Yum-Yum.

Richard was a riddle with no answer, and I was tired of playing a game I couldn't win.

A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.

I'm not terribly fond of soapboxes.

Some issues stay fresh every time you open them up. It's like evil magical Tupperware -- it stays fresh forever.

When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect

Every relationship is messed up. What makes it really perfect is if you still want to be there when things suck.