As A Rule, I Don't

So What He Supposed To Do? Grab Bobbie's Ax And Make Like Jack Nicholson In The Shinning? He Could See It. Smash, Crash, Bash: Heeeeeeere's Gardener!

If You Intend To Write As Truthfully As You Can, Your Days As A Member Of Polite Society Are Numbered.

If You Write (or Paint Or Dance Or Sculpt Or Sing, I Suppose), Someone Will Try To Make You Feel Lousy About It, That's All.

The Multiple Choices Of Possibilities Of Daily Life Are The Music We Dance To.

Eddie Discovered One Of His Childhood's Great Truths. Grownups Are The Real Monsters, He Thought.