My head is like some ridiculous barn packed full of stuff I want to write about.

“What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start search…”

“As Pushkin put it: He had no itch to dig for glories deep in the dirt that time…”

“If you look at things from a distance, most anything looks beautiful.”

“The past and the present, might we say, go like this. The future is a maybe. Ye…”