His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.

She headed for a wide flat rock on the creek's bank, her posture still demanding 'no trespassing' but no longer 'trespassers will be shot.

Life peels us like an onion and every layer is softer and sweeter.

So little I know in my innocence. Ideals, like pebbles in a stream wash away, wash away. Life makes no sense.

Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.

I'm out of tissues for toilet paper too. History notes just aren't....up to scratch

The more older we get, less question we ask. We have lost contacts, we have lost and the curiosity of the things.

I like playing strange characters. Some people might say it has something to do with a hidden part of myself, but I think it's a lot simpler than that: normal people are just not very interesting.

But if applause throws off your timing, then you're not the kind of comedian I would like to see. All you have to do is stand there and take it.

In the sea of words, the in print is foam, surf bubbles riding the top. And it's a dark sea, and deep, where divers need lights on their helmets and would perish at the lower depths.

You know what is a nice thought? Retirement.

You're seeing something that you've seen a thousand times and you just like it. There's nothing wrong with that but it's not a revelation. It's not a surprise. It's comfort.

Don't focus on what I'm wearing. Focus on what's coming out of my face.

Within us all there are wells of thought and dynamos of energy which are not suspected until emergencies arise.