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

There is no irritant as painful as an ace up your sleeve that you can never use; it's the kind of thing that causes oysters to produce pearls.

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.

If you have enough fantasies, you're ready, in the event that something happens.

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

Life is like a great jazz riff. You sense the end the very moment you were wanting it to go on forever.

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