In this, the late afternoon of my life, I wonder: am I casting a longer shadow or is my shadow casting a shorter me?

There's a lot of not caring that goes under the name of minding your own business.

I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life.

I have never met anyone who wanted to save the world without my financial support.

Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don't you wonder who sent the flowers?

I am a private person, but I will reveal this about myself: if you start massaging my shoulders, don't expect me to tell you to stop.

Sometimes, perhaps, we are allowed to get lost that we may find the right person to ask directions of.