Usually My Characters, Though Young, Tend To

Be Careful What You’re Doing, Because No One Is Ever Who You Want Them To Be. And The Less You Really Know Them, The More Likely You Are To Confuse Them With The Girl Or Boy In Your Head

Wow. I Feel Like In This Riot Of People, I Have Been Kicked In The Stomach, But By The Giddy Police. Forget About The Need For Oxygen. My Mouth Wants To Go Back To The Place It Just Left.

When Is The Night Over? Is It The Start Of Sunrise Or The End Of It? Is It When You Finally Go To Sleep Or Simply When You Realize That You Have To?

That’s What I Like About Sports. No Matter If Everyone Playing The Game Speaks Completely Different Languages, On The Field, Or The Court, Wherever They Are Playing, The Language Of Moves And Passes And Scores Is All The Same. Universal.

Cinderella Was Such A Dork. She Left Behind Her Glass Slipper At The Ball And Then Went Right Back To Her Step-monster's House. It Seems To Me She Should Have Worn The Glass Slipper Always, To Make Herself Easier To Find. I Always Hoped That After The Prince Found Cinderella And They Rode Away In Their Magnificent Carriage, After A Few Miles She Turned To Him And Said, "could You Drop Me Off Down The Road Please? Now That I've Finally Escaped My Life Of Horrific Abuse, I'd Like To See Something Of The World, You Know?... I'll Catch Back Up With You Later, Prince, Once I've Found My Own Way.