Death Is Only A Small Interruption.

You Can Never Betray The People Who Are Dead, So You Go On Being A Public Jew; The Dead Can't Answer Slurs, But I'm Here. I Would Love To Think That Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam, But He Doesn't.

Life Is A Pilgrimage And If You Don't Play By The Rules You Don't Find The Road To Damascus, You Find The Crown Of Thorns.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.

Fiction Is The Great Repository Of The Moral Sense. The Wicked Get Punished.

Always Let Them Think Of You As Singing And Dancing.