But I Married A Guy

I Often Think You Bring Unhappiness On Yourself, Because If You Don't Like Yourself Very Much, You Allow Yourself To Be Influenced By People Who Reinforce That.

And My Father Was A Comic. He Could Play Any Musical Instrument. He Loved To Perform. He Was A Wonderfully Comedic Character. He Had The Ability To Dance And Sing And Charm And Analyze Poetry.

On A Lazy Saturday Morning When You're Lying In Bed, Drifting In And Out Of Sleep, There Is A Space Where Fantasy And Reality Become One. Are You Awake, Or Are You Dreaming? You See People And Things; Some Are Familiar; Some Are Strange. You Talk, You Feel, But You Move Without Walking; You Fly Without Wings. Your Mind And Your Body Exist, But On Separate Planes. Time Stands Still. For Me, This Is The Feeling I Have When Ideas Come.

Complaining Is Good For You As Long As You're Not Complaining To The Person You're Complaining About.

I've Had Some Tremendous Adventures, Good And Bad. It's Part Of The Novel, And A Novel Isn't Interesting If It Doesn't Have Some Good And Bad. And You Don't Know What Good Is If Bad Hasn't Been A Part Of Your Life