Brilliantly, Ecstatically, Irrepressibly. This Is The Way

There Are Only Two Mantras, Yum And Yuck, Mine Is Yum.

John Irving Once Told Me He Doesn't Start A Novel Until He Knows The Last Sentence. I Said, 'my God, Irving, Isn't That Like Working In A Factory?'

There Are Many Things Worth Living For, A Few Things Worth Dying For, And Nothing Worth Killing For.

A Mockingbird... Was Heard To Blend The Songs Of 32 Different Kinds Of Birds Into A 10 Minute Performance, A Virtuoso Display That Served No Practical Purpose, Falling, Therefore, Into The Realm Of Pure Art.

Reality Is Contradictory. And It's Paradoxical.