The Surest Sign Of Age Is Loneliness.

We Are Here To Witness The Creation And To Abet It.

Make Connections; Let Rip; And Dance Where You Can.

Who And Of What Import Were The Men Whose Bones Bulk The Great Wall, The Thirty Million Mao Starved, Or The Thirty Million Children Not Yet Five Who Die Each Year Now? Why, They Are The Insignificant Others, Of Course; Living Or Dead, They Are Just Some Of The Plentiful Others...and You? To What End Were We Billions Of Oddballs Born?

The Secret Is Not To Write About What You Love Best, But About What You, Alone, Love At All.

The Dear, Stupid Body Is As Easily Satisfied As A Spaniel.