I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs

I Am Beginning To Think Of The Human Imagination As A Fruit Machine On Which Victories Are Rare And Separated By Much Vain Expense, And Represent A Rare Alignment Of Mental And Spiritual Qualities That Normally Are Quite At Odds.

My Mother, Who Hates Thunderstorms, Holds Up Each Summer Day And Shakes It Out Suspiciously, Lest Swarms Of Grape-dark Clouds Are Lurking There.

The Only Way To Eliminate Unemployment Is To Eliminate Unemployment Benefits.

Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring Breadfruit, Whatever They Are.

How Little Our Careers Express What Lies In Us, And Yet How Much Time They Take Up. It's Sad, Really.