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.

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

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.

Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

I have never known a cat that couldn't quiet me down just by walking slowly past my chair.