The odor of frying bacon, sausage links, and ham tiptoed on little pig feet all the way to the north end of the second floor. Inevitably, the odor made her simultaneously ravenous and nauseated. She hated the sensation. It reminded her of pregnancy. Every Sunday morning, Leigh-Cheri awoke to a pan of fried fear.

As expected, you get his machine. Someday, even the "call of nature" will be answered by a machine.

Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death.

The moon invented natural rhythm. Civilization uninvented it.

Some folks hide and some folks seek, and seeking when its mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous, can be a form of hiding.

From the outside, my life may look chaotic, but inside I feel like some kind of monk licking an ice cream cone while straddling a runaway horse.

A sense of humor...is superior to any religion so far devised.