Old Friends Are Memories Personified.

Mr. Dallstrom Is A Bald, Scarecrow Of A Man With A Poochy Stomache. Think Of A Pregnant Abraham Lincoln.

I Suppose I Have An Active Imagination, And Writing Allows Me To Live It Out.

I Don't Think It Is As Much A Human Foible As It Is A Human Curse That We Cannot Understand The Beauty Of A Thing Until It Is Gone.

Love Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time, While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.

I Have Learned That Real Angels Don't Have Gossamer White Robes And Cherubic Skin, They Have Calloused Hands And Smell Of The Days' Sweat.