Christmas Isn't A Season. It's A Feeling.

I Am Not Belittling The Brave Pioneer Men But The Sunbonnet As Well As The Sombrero Has Helped To Settle This Glorious Land Of Ours.

The Ideal View For Daily Writing, Hour For Hour, Is The Blank Brick Wall Of A Cold-storage Warehouse. Failing This, A Stretch Of Sky Will Do, Cloudless If Possible.

Celebratin' New Year's Eve Is Like Eatin' Oranges. You Got To Let Go Your Dignity T' Really Enjoy 'em.

I Like Any Place That Isn't Here.

People Permit Life To Slide Past Them Like A Deft Pickpocket, Their Purse-not Yet Missed And Now Too Late-in His Hand.