Sometimes In The Morning, When

I've Been Writing About My Boyhood, When I Was A Little Kid Back On My Grandfather's Farm Where We Didn't Know About Black Widow Spiders Or All That Stuff. But Writing About That Is So Easy.

There Is A General Place In Your Brain, I Think, Reserved For Melancholy Of Relationships Past. It Grows And Prospers As Life Progresses, Forcing You Finally, Against Your Better Judgment, To Listen To Country Music.

I'm Really Optimistic In The Mornings.

Science Consistently Produces A New Crop Of Miraculous Truths And Dazzling Devices Every Year.

Art Is Subject To Arbitrary Fashion.