The familiarity of his kiss breathes me back to life.

In the best, the friendliest and simplest relations flattery or praise is necessary, just as grease is necessary to keep wheels turning.

Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.

If you're a champion you have to have it in your heart.

And there have certainly been movies I wanted to be in and milestones I wanted to surpass that did not happen.

When I think about political races, and certain consultants, the word that comes to mind is dirty. Dirty, dirty, DIRTY!

Sorry, I'm still a dialectical materialist.

I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise til noon, rapt in a revery.

The team is the star, never an individual player.

I feel like I'm adapting to society. I went feral a little bit. I found that when I would get back to the city, if there was any second-guessing about stuff, it would happen.

Writing is 90% procrastination. It is a matter of doing everything you can to avoid writing, until it is about four in the morning and you reach the point where you have to write.