People Were Very Protective Of Me. Overly

Nobody Understood The Reoccurring Dream, But After September 11, When We Were Coerced To Do A National Duty And Go Out And Shop, Surely People Could Begin To See What I Was Getting At.

My Family Could Only Afford To Get Me The Box Of Eight Crayola Crayons, But I Craved The One With All 24 Colours. I Wanted Magenta And Turquoise And Silver And Gold.

Unlike Some Of My Peers, I Haven't Really Hit A Writer's Block. When I Hit A Block I Just Paint, Which Is An Old Crop Rotation Trick.

No One Likes To Have Less Than They Had Before. That's The Nature Of The Human Animal.

I Learned From Admiration And Osmosis.