I've Been Writing Full-time Since I Was

If I Was Made Of Cake I'd Eat Myself Before Somebody Else Could.

When I Tell Her What I’m Thinking And She Tells Me What She’s Thinking, Our Each Ideas Jumping Into The Other’s Head, Like Coulouring Blue Crayon On Top Of Yellow That Makes Green.

If You Have Written Something That The Film People Want, Like A Book, It Does Give You A Way In.

My Mother Was Wonderfully Out About Her Dementia. She Would Sort Of - She Would Say To Me, I Came Out To The Window Cleaner About Having Dementia. You Know, I Love The Way That Verb For Coming Out Of The Closet Has Now Become So Socially Useful For All Sorts Of Situations, Like When You Need To Explain To The Window Cleaner That You Don't Know If You Paid Him Or Not.

...real Loneliness Is Having No One To Miss. Think Yourself Lucky You've Known Something Worth Missing.