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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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