Old Habits Are Hard To Break, But

I Think All Negotiations Should Take Place At A Round Table And Everybody Should Have To Rotate Counterclockwise Once An Hour So That Even The Perception Of Head Of The Table, Or Foot, Are Ritually Obliterated.

We Danced Too Wild, And We Sang Too Long, And We Hugged Too Hard, And We Kissed Too Sweet, And Howled Just As Loud As We Wanted To Howl, Because By Now We Were All Old Enough To Know That What Looks Like Crazy On An Ordinary Day Looks A Lot Like Love If You Catch It In The Moonlight.

Loneliness Is Random; Solitude Is Ritual.

Putting Words On Paper Regularly Is Part Of The Necessary Discipline Of Writing. A Journal Is A Great Way To Do That.

A Lot Of Brothers Don't Understand. When It Comes To Making Love, Reciprocity Is Everything.