Don't compromise when you're right.
No texting. What happens then? Good old-fashioned letters.
I escaped to New York, and then L.A., but when I dream of home, I still dream of my old house in Holmdel.
Routine is part of coping.
I liked to think I had written 'scripts' when I was in high school, but looking back at them, they were about thirty pages of wannabe-Mamet dialogue with a staple through them.
I think when you take forever off the table, it does something really interesting to what you think is important.