The Balls Do Not Make A Writer.

Time Does Nothing But Hand You Down Shabbier And Older Things.

If You Can't Go Home, There Is Nowhere To Go, And Nowhere Is The Biggest Place In The World-indeed, Nowhere Is The World.

Nobody Deserves Death, Yet Everybody Gets It.

Our Daughter Was Born In Chicago, And She's Already Showing It. The Temperature Has To Be Approaching Zero For Her To Wear A Hat.

We Knew - But Didn't Want To Know - What Was Going To Happen, The Sky Descending Upon Our Heads Like The Shadow Of A Falling Piano In A Cartoon.