Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?

I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.

Heart and head are contrary historians.

Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow.

And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep.

Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.

Every name is real. That's the nature of names.