What Is Jealousy But A Reflection Of

Los Angeles Was The Kind Of Place Where Everybody Was From Somewhere Else And Nobody Really Droppped Anchor. It Was A Transient Place. People Drawn By The Dream, People Running From The Nightmare. Twelve Million People And All Of Them Ready To Make A Break For It If Necessary. Figuratively, Literally, Metaphorically -- Any Way You Want To Look At It -- Everbody In L.a. Keeps A Bag Packed. Just In Case.

In The Long Run, All Wrongs Are Righted, Every Minus Is Equalized With A Plus, The Columns Are Totaled And The Totals Are Found Correct. But That's In The Long Run. We Must Live In The Short Run And Matters Are Often Unjust There. The Compensating For Us Of The Universe Makes All The Accounts Come Out Even, But They Grind Down The Good As Well As The Wicked In The Process.

It's Only A Wonderful World If You Can Make It That Way. There Are No Street Signs Pointing To Paradise Road.

Write Every Day Even If It Is Just A Paragraph.

Don't Go Growing A Conscience On Me," I Said. "i've Been Down That Road. It Doesn't Lead You To Anything Good.