Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are read more

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"

Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who read more

Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.

People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.

People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

People are very open-minded about new things - as long as they're exactly like the old ones.

People are very open-minded about new things - as long as they're exactly like the old ones.

There are two types of people - those who come into a room and say, "Well, here I am!" and read more

There are two types of people - those who come into a room and say, "Well, here I am!" and those who come in and say, "Ah, there you are."

Some people are like Slinkies - not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you read more

Some people are like Slinkies - not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

It is the eye of other people that ruin us. If I were blind I would want, neither fine clothes, read more

It is the eye of other people that ruin us. If I were blind I would want, neither fine clothes, fine houses or fine furniture.

Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.

Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.