Life Has Very Little Even

What Was Your Secret?" That Brought Another Smile. "learn To Laugh, Otherwise, You'll Beat Them To Death With A Hammer First Chance

Why Couldn't The Merciful God Turn Down The Sunlight So It Wasn't Blasting Like A Red Furnace Against His Aching Eyes? Because He'd Worshipped The God Of Beer, Thats Why. He'd Broken A Commandment And Worshipped The False And Foamy God Of Beer. And Now He Was Being Punished.

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.

A Good Story's Like A Door, And You Can Go Through It Whenever You Need To. After You've Read It Or Seen It Or Heard It, You Can Still Go Back Through It. Once It's Yours, It's Always Yours.

If You Don't Go After What You Want, You'll Never Have It.