Life is a series of recoveries.

When you're younger, you think of your age in fractions. 4 1/2, 5 1/2. You don't hear 36 1/2. You become 2, you turn 40, you reach 50, you make it to 60. By now you're going so fast you hit 70!

The self-righteous have their fig leaves so tightly bound that they have forgotten the seeping wounds beneath the foliage.

Our preachers weren't always right, but they were never in doubt.

It's not a great song unless it makes your DNA remember Eden and your spirit long for Home.

I hate puns. And, I'm tired of pardoning them.

Life is a series of recoveries.