From Birth To Death We Are Alone.

Who Wants To Become A Writer? And Why? Because It's The Answer To Everything. ... It's The Streaming Reason For Living. To Note, To Pin Down, To Build Up, To Create, To Be Astonished At Nothing, To Cherish The Oddities, To Let Nothing Go Down The Drain, To Make Something, To Make A Great Flower Out Of Life, Even If It's A Cactus.

An Only Child Is Never Twelve.

One's Palate Is Reborn Every Morning!

Sex -- The Great Inequality, The Great Miscalculator, The Great Irritator.

The Press Blew, The Public Stared, Hands Flew Out Like A Million Little Fishes After Bread.