I Am A Very Discreet Human When

I Have Two Moods. One Is Roy, Rollicking Roy, The Wild Ride Of A Mood. And Pam, Sediment Pam, Who Stands On The Shore And Sobs... Sometimes The Tide Is In, Sometimes It's Out.

You Know The Bad Thing About Being A Survivor... You Keep Having To Get Into Difficult Situations In Order To Show Off Your Gift.

I Don't Like My Face. I Don't Like To Look At It.

As We All Know, There Is No Underwear In Space.

I Was Born Imagining Myself With An Apron On, With Pies Cooling On The Window Sill And Babies Crying Upstairs. I Thought That All That Stuff Would Somehow Anchor Me To The Planet, That It Was The Weight I Needed To Keep From Just Flying Off Into Space.