Writing A Short Story Is

Although Our Emotions Sometimes Behave Like Spoiled, Selfish Children, Unfortunately We Cannot Send Them To Their Room Or Tell Them To Stop Screaming.

Some People Are Like Blue Jeans- The Older And More Beat Up They Get, The Better They Look.

Yo Can Always Take Back The Lost Parts Of Yourself If You Can Find And Recognize Them.

Fear Pounds On The Door To Our Heart Demanding To Be Let In. Joy Is Modest And Often Comes Into Our Lives Like A Shy Person Entering A Room; It Can Take A While To Even Notice It's There.

The Viennese Wash Everything. Where Else In The World Does The Government Hire Public Servants To Wash Public Telephone Booths And The Glass Over Traffic Lights? Every Time I See Someone Doing These Things, I Smile Like A Child.