It's expectation that differentiates you from the dead.

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

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.

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

Ghetto humor is the social twin of fantasy; together they sustain the powerless, who accomplish miracles through illusion.

The moon develops the imagination, as chemicals develop photographic images.

everything is ambiguous. It's exciting, in a way, if you can tolerate ambiguity. I can't, but I'm taking a course where it's taught, in the hope of acquiring the skill. It's called Modern Living, and you get no credit.