There's Nothing Unusual About Love.

You Are On The Freeway Threading Through Traffic Now, Moving Both Towards Something And Towards Nothing At All As You Punch The Radio On And Get Mozart, Which Is Something, And You Will Somehow Get Through The Slow Days And The Busy Days And The Dull Days And The Hateful Days And The Rare Days, All Both So Delightful And So Disappointing Because We Are All So Alike And So Different.

Bad Writing's Like Bad Women: There's Just Not Much You Can Do About It

It Seems I Make A Lot Of Mistakes And It Seems That I Am Not Allowed Any.

The Whole World Is Caught In Her Glance And At Last The Universe Is Magnificent.

As A Child I Suppose I Was Not Quite Normal. My Happiest Times Were When I Was Left Alone In The House On A Saturday.