Reading Is Not Optional.

I'm Not Out Here Looking For No Garbage Cans To Curl Up In. I'm Looking For The Same Good Dreams Everybody Else Is Hoping For, But I Don't See Where They Are. Or Maybe I See Where They Are, But I Don't See How To Get There.

There Is A Crisis Involving Reading In Certain Communities.

Cutting People Out Of Your Life Is Easy, Keeping Them In Is Hard.

And What I Was Feeling Was The Wonder Of Being More Than Me, Of Being More Than Mere Here And Now Allowed I Had Become A Shining Star, A Burning Nova Exploded With Love Flying Through An Endlessly Expanding Universe Away From The Me That Was Toward A Me That Is Beyond Understanding.

What Did I Do? I Walked Into A Drugstore To Look For Some Mints, And Then I Walked Out. What Was Wrong With That? I Didn't Kill Mr. Nesbitt.