It's good to write badly. Things can only get better.

Right, " said Fat Charlie conversationally. "You realize, of course, that this means war." It was the traditional war cry of a rabbit when pushed too far.

There's no time for hatred, only questions. Where is love? Where is happiness? What is life? Where is peace?

People who know me know I have a sense of humor that can really push the envelope.

I love the beach. I love the sea. All my life I live within - in front of the sea.

...behind all the discernible laws and connections, there remains something subtle, intangible and inexplicable.

Oh, do the Overlords of Life and Death always provide some obstacle to prevent what all of us have known in youth was possible from ever coming true?

Some people have questioned whether or not I can play a nice guy. Sometimes you can't win for losing.

Every man has the right to life, to bodily integrity.

I have often seen quite demented patients recognize and respond vividly to paintings and delight in the act of painting at a time when they are scarcely responsive, disoriented, and out of it.

Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow