Sacred Cows Make Very Poor Gladiators.

Everything Will Change. The Only Question Is Growing Up Or Decaying.

Nothing Improves Your Writing, I Think, As Much As Your Keeping Writing.

My Dream Is A Red Dress Above My Knees High-heel Red Sandals And Me Coming Over The Top The Music Booming Hi Howie I Will Say With A Lovely Smile I Don't Want To Play The Game I Want To Be It.

We Need To Make Sure Our Children Travel To See Things. Not Necessarily Long Distances But At Least Out Of The Neighborhood. On A Train. A Boat. An Airplane.

Who I Really Am Keeps Surprising Me.