The Real And Proper Question Is: Why

Doing Something Does Not Require Discipline. It Creates Its Own Discipline - With A Little Help From Caffeine.

Our Life Is A Faint Tracing On The Surface Of Mystery, Like The Idle, Curved Tunnels Of Leaf Miners On The Face Of A Leaf

I Cannot Cause Light; The Most I Can Do Is Try To Put Myself In The Path Of Its Beam.

Like Everyone In His Right Mind, I Feared Santa Claus.

There Are No Events But Thoughts And The Heart's Hard Turning, The Heart's Slow Learning Where To Love And Whom. The Rest Is Merely Gossip, And Tales For Other Times.