We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

Once I thought ideas were exceptions not the rule. That is not so. Ideas are so plentiful that they ride on air. You have only to reach out and snatch one.

Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.

People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.