I Worry About You Bev.

Grammar Is...the Pole You Grab To Get Your Thoughts Up On Their Feet And Walking.

Shall There Be Truth Between Us, As Two Men? Not As Friends, But As Enemies And Equals?

If You Think You've Gone Insane ... You're Nuts.

Discipline And Constant Work Are The Whetstones Upon Which The Dull Knife Of Talent Is Honed Until It Becomes Sharp Enough, Hopefully, To Cut Through Even The Toughest Meat And Gristle.

The Essential And Defining Characteristic Of Childhood Is Not The Effortless Merging Of Dream And Reality, But Only Alienation. There Are No Words For Childhood's Dark Turns And Exhalations. A Wise Child Recognizes It And Submits To The Necessary Consequences. A Child Who Counts The Cost Is A Child No Longer.