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

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

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

The world needs writers. We will always be necessary. There are few professions that can claim that distinction.

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.

If I could do it over, I'd do better.

There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.