“At the heel end of the day, I need my glass of wine. Christmas lights for the brain.”

“Your letter filled the hole in my day like a key.Turn it.”

“Robin used to hate to see me eat. I chewed too long for her taste. One day I figured it out. She had put two and two together. All that chewing! It was the food that was keeping me alive!”

“It crossed my mind that my letters are all about me and not you. I would hope that you pay me the same respect.”

“But I feel overwhelmed with the everyday things that insist on my attention. And under-whelmed.”

“I look forward to sleeping each night. The air is cool and it often starts to rain around 2:00 A.M., breaking the heat and singing me to sleep. And I drink my tequila as if I'd be letting you down if I didn't.”

“I have been mostly dull lately. Like a butter knife. And hoping to find, when called upon, something more in my arsenal than a butter knife. Unless my opponent is actually butter. Then that would be fine. Room temperature butter.”