Roses are red, And ready for plucking, You're sixteen, And ready for high school.
I was clasified as a 'Science Fiction' writer simply because I wrote about Schenectady.
How embarrassing to be human.
The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.
It is never a mistake to say good-bye.
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.