Such An Ego Simply Forbade Certain Lines

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was About 12. I Am Always In The Mood.

When Creative People Do Their Best Work, They're Hardly Ever In Charge, They're Just Sort Of Rolling Along With Their Eyes Shut Yelling Wheee.

An Idea Is Like A Cold Germ: Sooner Or Later Someone Always Catches It.

If You Think You've Gone Insane ... You're Nuts.

Later, Going Home, I Realized They Didn't Look Alike At All; What Made Them Seem To Was The Aftermath Of Stress And The Lingering Of Sorrow. It's Strange How Pain Marks Our Faces, And Makes Us Look Like Family.