Daisy, Dasiy, give me your answer please.

Not that his life was really spotless. It was only that he considered it so. Not that he really considered anything.

When life deals you a bad hand you have to get smarter how to play it.

Rue, gist, and 'tis, are words still in use, but they aren’t used too often.
A few generations from now they may be found only in old books.

Some say the soul is revealed through the eyes. One eye is warmly trusting. The other eye is coldly suspicious.

IHe has a blessing granted to very few: He's content.

With a name like Watts, it doesn’t really matter.

Man, that’s sick!

While the kitties stared with frighted eyes from inside their carrying case. We chatted about them.

A few tales out of hundreds that take only a few paragraphs to tell. None important in any way. They stay in my head, anyway.

With no one to interfere, Flora and local flora, could bloom in their own special ways

Chaos isn’t married to Passion. They are good friends.

The sleet hadn’t decided what it would become. Neither had I.

The facts are available, just not in the foolish buzz of mainstream culture

I’ve become hardened to expensive repairs, no chance of repair at all, and short-lived products that are cheaper to throw away than to fix. So have we all. That doesn’t mean we should happy about it

I’m not much enthused about travel. There’s too much travail in even the best of travel.