The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.

Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.

The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.

You’ve got to reach bedrock to become depressed enough before you are forced to accept the reality and enormity of the problem.

Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it.

Three of my novels and a good number of my short stories are told from the point of view of men. I was brought up in a house of women.

Every game we play activates our brain, and it's the same brain we have in real life as we have in the game.

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.

I got quarters in my loafers trying to fight inflation when it only used to take a cent.

Whatever starts in California unfortunately has an inclination to spread.

Bankruptcies and addictions increase in areas with casinos

P.S. - This is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were eliminated.

The international game has changed for bidding cities.