People Are Beautiful Wrecks.

Writing Is A Lonely Job, Unless You're A Drinker, In Which Case You Always Have A Friend Within Reach.

In The Current Climate, We Live In A Pessimistic And Non-idealistic World.

You Don’t Choose A Life, Dad. You Live One.

I Still Have The Art Projects My Kids Made For Me 20 Years Ago. I Cherish Them, Crude And Silly As Some Of Them May Be.

We're All Imperfect. And Wouldn't It Be Great If The Message Sent Out By The Mainstream Media Is That We're Fine Being Exactly Who We Are? Wouldn't That Be Great For Everyone?