Death Is An Absolute Marvel.

I Don't Twitter. I Can't Even Remember My Password Name. I Have Problems With Electronics, So What I've Done Is Hire A Young Man Out Of College, Whose Very Fingers Are The Extension Of Computer Keys, And He Twitters. He Does The Mechanics, But I Very Carefully Modulate What Is Said And Have Used Twitter To Publicize Stuff, Have Conversations And Instigate Competition.

My Kids Say If There's Any Family Dinner That Doesn't Result In Somebody Crying, It's Not A Good Dinner. They Cry Because It Helps Relieve Them Of A Guilt Or Some Onerous Emotional Burden. It's Like A Family Tradition.

The Pictures Remind You Of Something That Can Never Be Recaptured, The Time Is Gone, The Only Thing You Know Is The Present. That's All That's Knowable And Even The Present Isn't Knowable. The Present Becomes The Past... So You Really Don't Know Anything.

A Pretty Girl Is Certainly Comparable To A Good Horse.

What Have I Done? I've Blundered My Way Through Life. So I Have My Picture On The Wall. The Minute I Die, That Picture Will Start To Yellow And Fade And Eventually Be Gone. Blown In The Wind And Become Part Of The Molecular Structure Of Something Else. These Things We See As "success," They're Non-accomplishments.