My Books Are More About People Experimenting

Any Time Some Well-meaning Person Forces You To Demonstrate You Have No Talent And Rubs Your Nose In The Fact You're A Failure At The Only Dream You Ever Had, Take Another Drink.

You Kill Strangers Deliberately So You Don't Accidentally Kill The People You Love.

The Only Person We'll Hate More Than Each Other Is Ourselves.

As An Artist You Organize Your Life So That You Get A Chance To Paint, A Window Of Time, But That's No Guarantee You'll Create Anything Worth All Your Effort. You're Always Haunt By The Idea You're Wasting Your Life.

As We Grow Older I Always Think, Why Didn't I Do More When I Was Young, Why Didn't I Risk More?