Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with.

It's hard, sometimes, when nothing's stopping you, to know what's stopping you.

In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

People are resilient. After all, every person born has recovered from nine months on life support.

Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

The trouble with 'a place for everything and everything in its place' is that there's always more everything than places.