Pastoral Resources

Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.

I hooked up my accelerator pedal in my car to my brake lights. I hit the gas, people behind me stop, and I'm gone.

The pains of disconcerted or frustrated habits, and the inherent pleasure there is in following them, are motives which nature has put into our wills without generally caring to inform us why; and she sometimes decrees, indeed, that her reasons shall not be ours.

I have an answering machine in my car. It says, I'm home now. But leave a message and I'll call when I'm out.

I had to stop driving my car for a while... the tires got dizzy.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

I replaced the headlights in my car with strobe lights, so it looks like I'm the only one moving.

I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window.

I don't care who you love. If you love this country enough to risk your life for it, you shouldn't have to hide who you are.

Many health care providers, particularly physicians in rural and urban areas, are leaving the Government programs because of inadequate reimbursement rates.

It's time to look beyond the budget ax to assure access to health care for all. It's time to look for bipartisan solutions to the problems we can tackle today, and to work together for tomorrow - building a health care system that works for all Americans.

If anybody doubts my loyalty to my country, I'll punch him in the nose, and I don't care how old he is.

I was encouraged to hear that GM has made great progress on the hydrogen car.

I've found a formula for avoiding these exaggerated fears of age; you take care of every day - let the calendar take care of the years.

I think it is probably more important to attend specialized conventions for a journeyman writer than any other, but it's useful at all stages of a career, if for nothing else, to find out how the industry is working at any given time.

I was lucky enough to have the talent to play baseball. That's how I treated my career. I didn't think I was anybody special, anybody different.

Regardless, I did rise to the editorship before embarking on a freelance career in the late '60's.

After all, didn't I blow a magnificent career?

And I know I'm paranoid and neurotic, I've made a career out of it.

Of course it was Mamma who both stopped my career and crystallized my determination to resume it.