My First Job Was As

Any Highway . . . They All Take You To The Same Place, Don't They?

Fiction Comes In All Shapes And Sizes. Secrets,lies,stories. We All Tell Them. Sometimes,because We Hope To Entertain. Sometimes,because We Need To Distract. And Sometimes, Because We Have To.

You Can Make It Dark, But I Can't Make It Light.

I've Always Sort Of Wondered: If Everyone Else's Opinion Is What Matters, Then Do You Ever Really Have One Of Your Own?

What If What You Know Isn’t What People Want To Hear?