There's no end to the absurd things people will do trying to make life mean something.

Things come apart much easier than they go together.

What we all tend to complain about most in other people are those things we don't like about ourselves.

Movement is most of what a bird is. When they're dead, they're only feathers and air.

Sometimes looking so hard can make one blind.

There's no end to the absurd things people will do trying to make life mean something.

It occurs to me one evening as I'm feeding the birds that all I did was put two birds in the aviary, some food and water and nothing else and now there are six of them. I know this is perfectly natural, it's one of the things life is all about, but to have it happen in my bedroom, under my own eyes, is magic.