Sundays are terrible because it is clear that there is no one in charge of the world. And this knowledge leave you drifting around, grappling with unfulfilled expectations and vague yearnings.

The freeway is the last frontier. It is unsurpassed as a training ground for the sharpening of survival skills.

It's expectation that differentiates you from the dead.

The trouble with going crazy is that you have to go around making it up to everyone afterwards. It seems they should be making something up to you.

Californians are good at planning for the earthquake, while simultaneously denying it will happen.

You might not have thought it possible to give birth to others before one has given birth to oneself, but I assure you it is quite possible, it has been done; I offer myself in evidence as Exhibit A.

Inner resources are like natural resources; they both dry up eventually when the demands on them are heavy.