I Think The People Who

I Think That The So-called Average Person Often Exhibits A Great Deal Of Heroism In Getting Through An Ordinary Day . . .

I Always Wanted Praise And I Always Wanted Attention; I Won't Lie To You. I Was A Jazz Critic And That Wasn't Good Enough For Me. I Wanted People To Write About Me, Not Me About Them. So I Thought, What Could I Do? I Can't Sing, I Can't Dance, I Can't Act Or Anything Like That. Ok, I Can Write.

Even A Pretty Traditional Comic Book Writer Can Make Valuable Contributions To The Internet.

I Try And Write The Way Things Happen. I Don't Try And Fulfill People's Wishes

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.