Art Isn't About Following The Rules. It's

I Don't Like Travelling If I Know I Have To Write About It.

I Hate You' She Said To Me One Afternoon. 'i Really, Really Hate You.' Call Me Sensitive, But I Couldn't Help But Take It Personally.

In Other Parts Of The Country People Tried To Stay Together For The Sake Of The Children. In New York They Tried To Work Things Out For The Sake Of The Apartment.

All I Do Is Lie, And That Has Made Me Immune To Compliments.

Like All Of My Friends, She's A Lousy Judge Of Character.