Courage, determination, and hard work are all very nice, but not so nice as an oil well in the back yard.

Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time.

Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.

When disaster waves, I try not to wave back.

Complainers detest each other.

I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.

Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.