The Night I Filled An

If We Had The Power Of Ten Shakespeares Or A Dozen Mozarts, We Could Not Produce Anything Half So Marvelous As One Ordinary Human Child.

A Critic Is To An Author As A Fungus To An Oak.

Anywhere, Anytime, I'd Sacrifice The Finest Nuance For A Laugh, The Most Elegant Trope For A Smile.

All Governments Require Enemy Governments.

Desire, Said The Buddha, Is The Cause Of Suffering. But Without Desire, What Delight?