I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.

Let's say there was a burning building and you could rush in and you could save only one thing: either the last known copy of Shakespeare's plays or some anonymous human being. What would you do?

I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.

I am two with nature.

It's a wonderful thing to be able to create your own world whenever you want to. Writing is very pleasurable, very seductive, and very therapeutic. Time passes very fast when I'm writing-really fast. I'm puzzling over something, and time just flies by. It's an exhilarating feeling. How bad can it be? It's sitting alone with fictional characters. You're escaping from the world in your own way and that's fine. Why not?

Dying is like making love, except you don't get naseous afterwards.

Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge. Others only gargle.