We know the human brain is a device to keep the ears from grating on one another.

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.

I wondered whether any woman could be happy with a man who says 'folderol'.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.

It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.

I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork.

Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said one pulls himself together to disintegrate.