You can't know what a book is about until the very end. This is true of a book we're reading or writing.

Sometimes, I think the only art left for us is slowly peeling the label off a beer bottle while somebody tells you about a dream they had.

I look crazy. I know I do. Been true since I was a kid!

Love will make a way out of no way

I listen like mad to any conversation taking place next to me just trying to hear why this is funny. Women's restrooms are especially great. I wash my hands twice waiting for people to come in and start talking.

What year is it in your imagination?

No matter what, expect the unexpected. And whenever possible BE the unexpected.