Symbols Are The Imaginative Signposts Of Life.

The Announcement That You Are Going To Tell A Good Story (and The Chuckle That Precedes It) Is Always A Dangerous Opening.

I Was Born In The Country Of Hogg And Scott Between The Yarrow And The Tweed, In The Year 1864.

Although I Am Not Stupid, The Mathematical Side Of My Brain Is Like Dumb Notes Upon A Damaged Piano.

The Almighty Is A Wonderful Handicapper: He Will Not Give Us Everything.

If You Have Been Sunned Through And Through Like An Apricot On A Wall From Your Earliest Days, You Are Oversensitive To Any Withdrawal Of Heat.