There Are Few Things, Apparently, More Helpful

I Guess Real Maturity, Which Most Of Us Never Achieve, Is When You Realize That You're Not The Center Of The Universe.

...one Reason I Became A Writer Was That I Figured Out That If You Call Yourself A Writer, You Can Read All You Want And People Think That You Are Working.

He May Not Have Been Born With Guts, But He Didn't Have To Die Without Them.

You Gotta Know Someone Cares About You, Or You Just Give Up.

I Was Behaving, Just Like I Promised, But Fate Intervened.