Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.
When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.
No one goes there nowadays, it's too crowded.
There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.
Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
There is no stigma attached to recognizing a bad decision in time to install a better one.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.