Nature Neither Gives Nor Expects Mercy.

Home Is Where The Heart Is, We Say, Rubbing The Flint Of One Abstraction Against Another.

For If I Do Something, I Never Do It Thoughtlessly.

Words Are Small Shapes In The Gorgeous Chaos Of The World. ... They Bring The World Into Focus, They Corral Ideas, They Hone Thoughts, They Paint Watercolors Of Perception.

An Animal On A Leash Is Not Tamed By The Owner. The Owner Is Extending Himself Through The Leash To That Part Of His Personality Which Is Pure Dog, That Part Of Him Which Just Wants To Eat, Sleep, Bark, Hump Chairs, Wet The Floor In Joy, And Drink Out Of A Toilet Bowl.

It Began In Mystery, And It Will End In Mystery, But What A Savage And Beautiful Country Lies In Between.