I owe my solitude to other people.

I owe my solitude to other people.

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!"

Every once in a while, something happens to you that makes you realise that the human race is not quite read more

Every once in a while, something happens to you that makes you realise that the human race is not quite as bad as it so often seems to be.

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, read more

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

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.

The production of too many useful things results in too many useless people.

The production of too many useful things results in too many useless people.

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, read more

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.

One type of rice nourishes one hundred types of people.

One type of rice nourishes one hundred types of people.