For God's Sake,' The Dog Is Saying,

I Blame Myself For Not Often Enough Seeing The Extraordinary In The Ordinary. Somewhere In His Journals, Dostoyevky Remarks That A Writer Can Begin Anywhere, At The Most Commonplace Thing, Scratch Around In It Long Enough, Pry And Dig Away Long Enough, And Lo!, Soon He Will Hit Upon The Marvelous.

What Homo Sapien Imagines, He May Slowly Convert Himself To.

Excuse Me ... But I Reject Your Definitions Of Me.

Ninety Per Cent Of Life Is A Nightmare, Do You Think I Am Going To Get It Rounded Up To Hundred Per Cent?

Human Character Is Smaller Now, People Don't Have Durable Passions; They've Replaced Passions With Excitement.