Dreck Is Dreck And No Amount Of

[my Father] Was Generous With His Affection, Given To Great, Awkward, Engulfing Hugs, And I Can Remember So Clearly The Smell Of His Hugs, All Starched Shirt, Tobacco, Old Spice, And Cutty Sark. Sometimes I Think I've Never Been Properly Hugged Since.

People Are Pretty Much Alike. It's Only That Our Differences Are More Susceptible To Definition Than Our Similarities.

Always Remember To Set A Place At The Table Of Life For The Unexpected Guest.

I Think Laughter May Be A Form Of Courage.

Like Nietzsche, I Believe That Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake. Nothing But Silence Says It Better.