The last living boy in America drops into my bedroom only he wants to be a monk. I think that pretty much sums up my life.

We're all alive. We're all healthy. These are the good times.

Sometimes the rules don't work. Sometimes the rules cause the anarchy.

I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it;s the same moon as Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.

The last living boy in America drops into my bedroom only he wants to be a monk. I think that pretty much sums up my life.

This morning the electricity came on for a few minutes, and when it did, Jonny said, "Hey, it's a black-on." This is what passes for humor around here.

I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.