If You Don't Read For Pleasure, You'll

He Wanted To Heave The Glasses Against The Wall. Break Them, Break Everything He Could Reach. Beat It, Rend It. He Stared Out The Window, Imagined The City In Flames, Consumed To Ashes. And Still It Wasn't Enough.

I Think Those Who Have Impact And Influence Over Us Are Often Unaware.

It's Called Male Bonding. You'll Never Get It. I Believe Women Are As Capable As Men, Deserve Equal Pay—and That One Day, Should Be Sooner Than Later, In My Opinion, The Right Woman Can And Should Be Leader Of The Free World. But You Can't Understand The Male Bonding Rituals Any More Than Men Can Understand Why The Vast Majority Of Women Are Obsessed With Shoes And Other Footwear.

"do Little Pink Fairies Sing And Dance In Your World, Peabody?" "sometimes, When It's Very Quiet And No One Else Can See."

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.