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.

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

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.

Illusions are crucial to the maintenance of life functions.

It's unbelievable the primitive feelings that are aroused by rapid change.

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