By The Time I Was 12 Or

Medicine Is Magical And Magical Is Art, The Boy In The Bubble, And The Baby With The Baboon Heart.

I Regret The Ending Of Our Friendship And Hope One Day Before We Die, We'll Make Peace With Each Other . . . No Rush.

When I Look Back At All The Crap I Learned In High School, It's A Wonder I Can Think At All.

I Don't Very Often Think I've Done A Good Job. I Don't Like The Majority Of What I Do. I Shouldn't Say I Don't Like It, But I'm Not Satisfied With Almost Everything That I Do.

There Is A Moment, A Chip In Time, When Leaving Home Is The Lesser Crime.