Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.

A paranoid thinks that sinister forces are out to get him, not realizing that they are out to get everybody.

There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate.

The clash between child and adult is never as stubborn as when the child within us confronts the adult in our child.

In comparing religious belief to science, I try to remember that science is belief also.

We lack resolve and blame fate, mistaking the drift for the tides.

There are secrets I will take to the grave and others I'd feel safer having cremated.