I'm Delighted By How Nobody's Fool Turned

The Other Possibility Was That There Was No Right Thing To Say, That The Choice Wasn't Between Right And Wrong But Between Wrong, More Wrong, And As Wrong As You Can Get.

There Are A Great Many Sins In This World, None Of Them Original.

At The Risk Of Appearing Disingenuous, I Don't Really Think Of Myself As 'writing Humor.' I'm Simply Reporting On The World I Observe, Which Is Frequently Hilarious.

I’ve Always Known That There’s More Going On Inside Me Than Finds Its Way Into The World, But This Is Probably True Of Everyone. Who Doesn’t Regret That He Isn’t More Fully Understood?

As I Drift Back Into Sleep, I Can't Help Thinking That It's A Wonderful Thing To Be Right About The World. To Weigh The Evidence, Always Incomplete, And Correctly Intuit The Whole, To See The World In A Grain Of Sand, To Recognize Its Beauty, Its Simplicity, Its Truth. It's As Close As We Get To God In This Life, And Reside In The Glow Of Such Brief Flashes Of Understanding, Fully Awake, Sometimes For Two Or Three Seconds, At Peace With Our Existence. And Then Back To Sleep We Go.