When all else fails, cleaning house is the perfect antidote to most of life's ills.

It's disconcerting to realize how little you have to say to someone who once occupied such a prominent place in your bed.

Dream big but think small.

You never know which people will affect your life.

There's nothing quite as irksome as someone else's mess.

The beauty of word processing, God bless my word processor, is that it keeps the plotting very fluid. The prose becomes like a liquid that you can manipulate at will. In the old days, when I typed, every piece of typing paper was like cast in concrete.

I hate nature. I really do. Nature is composed entirely of sticks, dirt, fall-down places, biting and stinging things, and savageries too numerous to list. And I'm not the only one who feels this way. Man has been building cities since the year oughty-ought, just to get away from this stuff.