In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty.

The pencil is mightier than the pen.

Quality isn't a thing. It is an event.

So round and round you go, spinning mental wheels and nowhere finding anyplace to get traction. What the hell...is it?

We keep passing unseen through little moments of other people's lives.

It's better to live with a sad truth than with all the happy progress talk you get up here in the North.

The more you look, the more you see.