I'm Concerned About The Unknowability

Happiness Is The Lucky Pane Of Glass You Carry In Your Head. It Takes All Your Cunning Just To Hang On To It, And Once It's Smashed You Have To Move Into A Different Sort Of Life.

Here's To Another Year And Let's Hope It's Above Ground.

In A Long And Healthy Life, Which Is What Most Of Us Have, There Is Plenty Of Time.

The Recounting Of A Life Is A Cheat...even Our Own Stories Are Obscenely Distorted.

A Childhood Is What Anyone Wants To Remember Of It. It Leaves Behind No Fossils, Except Perhaps In Fiction.