I Felt Alienated By The Experience And

Slippery Slope. I Carry A Spare Shirt, Pretty Soon I'm Carrying Spare Pants. Then I'd Need A Suitcase. Next Thing I Know, I've Got A House And A Car And A Savings Plan And I'm Filling Out All Kinds Of Forms.

Now They Broke My Toothbrush, I Don't Own Anything.

It's A Kind Of Zen Question: If You Write A Book And No One Reads It, Is It Really A Book?

The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life.

I Had A Teacher Once, Grade School Somewhere. Philippines, I Think, Because She Always Wore A Big White Hat. So It Was Somewhere Hot. I Was Always Twice The Size Of The Other Kids, And She Used To Say To Me: Count To Ten Before You Get Mad, Reacher. And I've Counted Way Past Ten On This One. Way Past.