I Grew Up With The Biologists. I

I See That There Will Be No End To Imperfection, Or To Doing Things The Wrong Way. Even If You Grow Up, No Matter How Hard You Scrub, Whatever You Do, There Will Always Be Some Other Stain Or Spot On Your Face Or Stupid Act, Somebody Frowning.

If I Waited For Perfection... I Would Never Write A Word.

Sooner Or Later, I Hate To Break It To You, You're Gonna Die, So How Do You Fill In The Space Between Here And There? It's Yours. Seize Your Space.

No Luck Was Dumb Because Luck Was Just Another Name For Miracle.

Roughing It Builds A Boy's Character, But Only Certain Kinds Of Roughing It.