If I Can Make People Laugh It's

I See [my Pen] As An Extension Of My Musculature. It's Like Being A Painter. It's The Closest I Can Get To My Breath.

I Think Of New York As A Puree And The Rest Of The United States As Vegetable Soup.

I Refer To Jet Lag As 'jet-psychosis - There's An Old Saying That The Spirit Cannot Move Faster Than A Camel.

I Consulted A Therapist At Mass. General. After About 20 Minutes, He Stopped Me And Said, 'you're Just A Big Existential Garbage Pail. Go Home And Relax.'

I Understood Once I Held A Baby In My Arms, Why Some People Have The Need To Keep Having Them.