Talent is extremely common. What is rare is the willingness to endure the life of the writer.

There is no WHY$$$ since the moment simply is$$$ and since all of us are simply trapped in the moment$$$ like bugs in Amber.

Earthlings went on being friendly$$$ when they should have been thinking instead.

What a fool I would have been to let self-respect interfere with my happiness!

Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is.

There is no order in the world around us$$$ we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.

We're terrible animals. I think that the Earth's immune system is trying to get rid of us$$$ as well it should.

There is love enough in this world for everybody$$$ if people will just look.

Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.