We May All Host Ourselves To Death,

I Don't Think A Man Who Is Fifteen Years Younger Than Me Should Tell Me He Is Proud Of Me Unless He Is My Sober Coach Or My Time-travel Dad.

Creativity Is Connected To Your Passion, That Light Inside You That Drives You. That Joy That Comes When You Do Something You Love. That Small Voice That Tells You, 'i Like This. Do This Again. You Are Good At It. Keep Going.' That Is The Juicy Stuff That Lubricates Our Lives And Helps Us Feel Less Alone In The World.

I Like The Person Who Commits And Goes All In And Takes Big Swings And Then Maybe Fails Or Looks Stupid; Who Jumps And Falls Down, Rather Than The Person Who Points At The Person Who Fell, And Laughs.

Sometimes You Need To Know To Quit While You're Ahead Or At Least Before Things Get Much Worse!

I Have Realized That Mystery Is What Keeps People Away, And I've Grown Tired Of Smoke And Mirrors. I Yearn For The Clean, Well-lighted Place. So Let's Peek Behind The Curtain And Hail The Others Like Us. The Open-faced Sandwiches Who Take Risks And Live Big And Smile With All Of Their Teeth. These Are The People I Want To Be Around. This Is The Honest Way I Want To Live And Love And Write.