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But Don't Forget Who You Really Are. And I'm Not Talking About Your So-called Real Name. All Names Are Made Up By Someone Else, Even The One Your Parents Gave You. You Know Who You Really Are. When You're Alone At Night, Looking Up At The Stars, Or Maybe Lying In Your Bed In Total Darkness, You Know That Nameless Person Inside You...your Muscles Will Toughen. So Will Your Heart And Soul. That's Necessary For Survival. But Don't Lose Touch With That Person Deep Inside You, Or Else You Won't Really Have Survived At All.

You're Responsible For Yourself. You Messed Up Your Life, And It's Up To You To Fix It. No One Else Is Going To Do It For You -- For Any Of You.

I Think Of A Book And A Play, Or A Book And A Movie, As Two Separate Things - I Don't Think Of It As My Novel Having A New Life.

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.

Give Me A Dollar Or I'll Spit On You.