I grew up amongst biologists.

Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.

Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal form the sins and crimes of their past lives. Toast was a ritual item devoured by fetishists in the belief that it would enhance their kinetic and sexual powers. Toast cannot be explained by any rational means. Toast is me. I am toast.

A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason.

Some travelers think they want to go to foreign places but are dismayed when the places turn out actually to be foreign.

Love is giving, marriage is buying and selling. You can't put love into a contract.

Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.