I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.

Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.

Not being perfect hurts.

I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up.

You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.

I feel that very strongly: having been an academic, having been tempted by the invitation to stay on to become a Ph.D., a professor, and all that, one side of me certainly does respect all disciplines, as long as they don't ossify.

Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.