I delight in what I fear.

Fear," the doctor said, "is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.

It has long been my belief that in times of great stress, such as a 4-day vacation, the thin veneer of family wears off almost at once, and we are revealed in our true personalities.

Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.

Fate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.

Bridge is a game for the undivided intellect.

We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.