People can get involved in wonderfully creative ways that have nothing to do with you, but spark off things you begin with.

It's easy, there's a trick to it, you do it or you die.

Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you - even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition.

Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.

We are always living in the final days. What have you got? A hundred years or much, much less until the end of your world.

We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.

I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful.