The Mask Was A Thing On It's

Which Is Better, Law And Rescue, Or Hunting And Breaking Things Up?

I Do Think That Art That Doesn't Communicate Is Useless.

Together, Joined In Effort By The Burden, They Staggered Up The Last Steep Of The Mountain. Together, They Chanted One! Two! Three! And Crashed The Log On To The Great Pile. Then They Stepped Back, Laughing With Triumphant Pleasure.

It Wasn't Until I Was 37 That I Grasped The Great Truth That You've Got To Write Your Own Books And Nobody Else's, And Then Everything Followed From There.

We Did Everything Adults Would Do. What Went Wrong?