It was a pretty complete list. The kind of list one makes when one cannot fall asleep because one's thoughts keep swirling through one's brain like a bunch of sparrows on crack.

When my son, Jack, was four, I had to make a trip to Los Angeles. I asked him if he was going to miss me. 'Not so much,' Jack told me. 'You're not going to miss me?' I said. Jack shook his head, and he said, 'Love means you can never be apart.

Be calm. Be Zen. You are Buddha.

There's no such thing as a kid who hates reading. There are kids who love reading, and kids who are reading the wrong books.

Why, the little Voice inside my head, of course. You mean you don't have one? I did.

SITTING TIGHT? Holing up? Waiting for answers? Those are things I'm not good at. Planning a massive attack against mechanical geeky-like things when i was already furious and itching to kill something? Piece o'cake

Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn’t forget the basic necessity of eating.