Well, You're Young. You Know

Holidays Are Enticing Only For The First Week Or So. After That, It Is No Longer Such A Novelty To Rise Late And Have Little To Do.

If I Hadn't Had My Children, I Wouldn't Have Written More And Better, I Would Have Written Less And Worse.

Pride Was My Wilderness, And The Demon That Led Me There Was Fear.

What Goes On Inside Isn't Ever The Same As What Goes On Outside.

Well, You're Young. You Know A Lot You Won't Know Later On.