Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.

The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.

No matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you.

I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.