I won’t rest ‘til O– prah puts me on the cover of her magazine
Time marches on and for mere mortals it marches to the beat of its own… which is how we got rhythm But the immortals found
I’m always asking God What is the meaning of life? In response, God looks at my life… What is the meaning of this?
I’ve done the math and the whole is only greater than the sum of its parts when the group is made up of individuals
Democracy is a game of bridge where each coalition must partner… and going for broke requires not just suicidal risk but a suicide pact,
The epic poem for this epoch will have to say the most with the least
There are no endings neither happy nor sad– Does this make you happy or sad? I pretend to answer the question by preferring songs that end
They say love it or leave it yet what do you do if you love your country but it leaves you
Afraid that everything I wanted was nothing to write home about I was left with nothing to write home about
In my second marriage I went all in on being authentic When she left she said that being with me
It’s capitalism after it shed its skin
There’s more than one way to move… So, I’m always beavering away At my dam that bends the river Far, far away from the foot of the…
The narcissist is a two—sided coin… Heads, I need you Tails, I hate you– and the more you meet a narcissist… the more they will hate you
Mysticism, esoteric knowledge, these are euphemisms for what’s hiding in plain sight: We are not alone
Puzzles can be solved Problems can only be exchanged
