You Make The Decision: Whom

You Need A Reason To Be Sad. You Don't Need A Reason To Be Happy.

When Anything Bad Happens To Me Or Someone I Know, I Always Know Who To Blame. My No-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather.

There Was Something Special About Being In A Strange Place, All Alone In A Mass Of People Even If You Had Just Screwed Up Your Life, Or Perhaps Especially If You Had Just Screwed Up Your Life.

It's – I Write The Books And Let The Market Find Who Reads It. I Guess A Young Adult Is Anywhere From Ten To Fifteen.

The Impossible Is More Believable Than The Highly Improbable.