Good Anecdote--bad Reality.

I Found Out When I Did The Oprah Winfrey Show That There Was A Cookie Jar Of Me. So She Gave It To Me. I Had No Idea Prior To That That It Even Existed.

I Shot Through My Twenties Like A Luminous Thread Through A Dark Needle, Blazing Toward My Destination: Nowhere.

I Guess High Verbal Skills Are Highest In My List Of Necessary Qualifications For A Man - For Anyone Actually. I Like To Talk. And I Don't Necessarily Move Far, But I Move Fast.

Now It's Dedicated To My Grandparents And To Both Of My Parents. The First Book Was Dedicated To My Mother So I Thought Maybe It Was My Father's Turn, But Then I Realized That Everyone Would Jump On That And Assume I'd Had Some Falling Out With My Mother, Which Is Absolutely Not The Case.

A Lot Of The Time, I'm Just Smart Enough To Be Unhappy.