Once, in a spasm of sappiness, you asked Q-Jo if she thought your dreams would ever come true. 'You aren't talking about dreams,' she corrected you, 'you're referring to your pathetic bourgeoisie ambitions. Dreams don't come true. Dreams are true.

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

Here's an idea: let's get over ourselves, buy a cherry pie, and go fall in love with life.

The Earth is God's pinball machine and each quake, tidal wave, flash flood and volcanic eruption is the result of a TILT that occurs when God, cheating, tries to win free games.

Plato did claim that the unexamined life was not worth living. Oedipus Rex was not so sure.

Hawaii made the mouth of her soul water.

This may be said for the last quarter of the twentieth century: the truism that if we want a better world we will have to be better people came to be acknowledge, if not thoroughly understood, by a significantly large minority.