If The Cards Are Stacked Against You,

Old Friend, There Are People—young And Old—that I Like, And People That I Do Not Like. The Former Are Always In Short Supply. I Am Turned Off By Humorless Fanaticism, Whether It's Revolutionary Mumbo-jumbo By A Young One, Or Loud Lessons From Scripture By And Old One. We Are All Comical, Touching, Slapstick Animals, Walking On Our Hind Legs, Trying To Make It A Noble Journey From Womb To Tomb, And The People Who Can't See It All That Way Bore Hell Out Of Me.

The Dividing Line [between Friends And Acquaintances] Is Communication, I Think. A Friend Is Someone To Whom You Can Say Any Jackass Thing That Enters Your Mind. With Acquaintances, You Are Forever Aware Of Their Slightly Unreal Image Of You, And To Keep Them Content, You Edit Yourself To Fit. Many Marriages Are Between Acquaintances. You Can Be With A Person For Three Hours Of Your Life And Have A Friend. Another Will Remain An Acquaintance For Thirty Years.

...it Isn't Foolish Or Wicked To Enjoy. Wickedness Is Hurting People On Purpose. I Love What You Are And Who You Are And How You Are. You Give Me Great Joy. And You Make Horrible Coffee.

The Only Thing In The World Worth A Damn Is The Strange, Touching, Pathetic, Awesome Nobility Of The Individual Human Spirit.

Being An Adult Means Accepting Those Situations Where No Action Is Possible.