Happiness Is The Quiet Lull Between Problems.

They Don't See That Whole Pattern. Worm/death. Worm/death. I Would Catch On.

Get A Good Dog. We Have Not Picked Up Food In The Kitchen In 15 Years.

Why Do You Think People Close Their Eyes When They Kiss? Think About It. In The Real World, If You Saw Someone An-inch-and-a-half Away, Coming At You With Their Eyes Open And Their Lips Puckered, You'd Scream. It's Alarming.

When I'm Writing For A Book, It's Much More Reflective Process. I Have Certain Things That May Not Translate Well To The Stage, But, When They're On The Page, People Can Really Get Into Them. My First Two Books Were Aiming To Be Funnier, But The Third Was More About Deep Exploration. Things About Being A Parent And Growing Older That I Thought Would Be Perfect For A Book.

From The Minute We're Born, Boys And Girls Stare At Each Other, Trying To Figure Out If They Like What They See. Like Parade Lines, Passing Each Other For Mutual Inspection. You March, You Look. You March, You Look. If You're Interested, You Stop And Talk, And If It Doesn't Work Out, You Just Get Back In The Parade. You Keep Marching, And You Keep Looking.