Share Everything. Don't Take Things That Aren't

Above All, If What You've Done Is Stupid, But It Works, It Ain't Stupid.

One Of The Very Few Reasons I Had Any Respect For My Mother When I Was Thirteen Was Because She Would Reach Into The Sink With Her Bare Hands - Bare Hands - And Pick Up That Lethal Gunk And Drop It Into The Garbage. To Top That, I Saw Her Reach Into The Wet Garbage Bag And Fish Around In There Looking For A Lost Teaspoon. Bare Hands - A Kind Of Mad Courage.

Dreams Are More Powerful Than Facts.

Love Is The Grand Prize And The Garbage Heap. Love Is A Spiritual Root Canal And The Only Thing That Makes Life Worth Living. Love Is A Little Taste Of Always And A Big Bite Of Nothing. And Love Is Everything In Between These Extremes.

All Of These Are Names Given Me By Other People, But Not Names I Would Have Given Myself. My Name Is Not Mine, It's Theirs. It's A Series Of Costumes Put On My Life By Other People.