Life Is Weather. Life Is Meals.

It Is Always An Accident That Saves Us. It Is Someone We Have Never Seen.

It's Tremendous: This World, This Life. Take It While You Have It.

What Is The Ultimate Impulse To Write? Because All This Is Going To Vanish.

Sometimes You Are Aware When Your Great Moments Are Happening, And Sometimes They Rise From The Past. Perhaps It's The Same With People.

There Comes A Time When You Realize That Everything Is A Dream, And Only Those Things Preserved In Writing Have Any Possibility Of Being Real.