Everything You Want In Life Has Teeth.

Your Boyfriend Had A Dream About Potatoes And You're Asking Me To Interpret It? I'm Just Old. Being Old Doesn't Mean You Know More; It Means You Ate Enough Fiber.

Sometimes It Is The Smallest Thing That Saves Us: The Weather Growing Cold, A Child's Smile, And A Cup Of Excellent Coffee.

Writing A Short Story Is Like Having A Short Intense Affair, Whereas Writing A Novel Is Like A Long Rich Marriage.

There Are People We Meet In Life Who Miss Being Important To Us By Inches, Days, Or Heartbeats. Another Place Or Time Or A Different Emotional Frame Of Mind And We Would Willingly Fall Into Their Arms; Gladly Take Up Their Challenge Or Invitation. But As It Is, We Encounter Them When We Are Discontent Or Content And They Are Not. Whatever They Are, We Are Not And Vice Versa. Two Trains Going In Different Directions That Pass For A Few Powerful Moments At Full Speed, Blasting Noise And Wind But Then They Are Gone. Whatever Serious Chemistry Might Have Been Possible If, Isn’t.

The Future Is Fastidious And Punctual. It Keeps Perfect Time And Arrives Everywhere On The Dot. In Contrast, Its Slacker Brother The Past Has No Use For Clocks Or Appointments. It Comes And Goes As It Pleases In Our Memory, Camping Out Wherever The Hell It Damn Well Wants To In There. Untrustworthy, Prone To Exaggeration, Biased- You Wouldn't Lend It Ten Cents, But It *sure* Can Be Charming And Seductive When It Feels Like It.