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I Don't Remember Titles Of Books Or Authors From When I Was Young. I Remember The Title Of Only One Book, Which Was 'the Timber Toes.' I Remember It Was A Family Of Little Wooden People Who Lived In The Woods, And For Some Reason That Stayed With Me.

So Much Depends Upon A Blue Car Splattered With Mud Speeding Down The Road.

Every Character Is Asking: Whats My Place? Why Am I Here? I Dont Want The Answer To Be Just Because. You Find Your Own Purpose. Each Finds The Reason To Be Here And How To Contribute.

A Person Isn't A Bird. You Can't Cage A Person.

Sometimes When You Are Trying Not To Think About Something It Keeps Popping Back In Your Head You Can't Help It You Think About It And Think About It And Think About It Until Your Brain Feels Like A Squashed Pea.