Each Month Is Gay, Each Season Nice,

There's A Mystery There, A Clue, A Nut, A Bolt, And If I Put It Together, I Find Me.

I Was A Very Sickly Child. My Parents Were Immigrants. They Were Not Decorous. They Were Not Discreet. They Always Thought I Was Gonna Die.

I Don't Know How To Write A Children's Book.

I Had A Brother Who Was My Savior, Made My Childhood Bearable.

There Should Be A Place Where Only The Things You Want To Happen, Happen.