I Think A Lot Of Times Dreams

I Can Remember Being Home From School With Tonsillitis And Writing Stories In Bed To Pass The Time.

Seven, Richie Thought. That's The Magic Number. There Has To Be Seven Of Us. That's The Way It's Supposed To Be.

I Never Have A Thematic Intention At The Outset.

No Matter How Many Times You Shake It The Last Drop Always Ends Up In Your Pants

With Six Weeks' Worth Of Recuperation Time, You'll Also Be Able To See Any Glaring Holes In The Plot Or Character Development. And Listen--if You Spot A Few Of These Big Holes, You Are Forbidden To Feel Depressed About Them Or To Beat Up On Yourself. Screw-ups Happen To The Best Of Us.