Do you need someone to make you a paper badge with the word WRITER on it before you can believe you are one? God I hope not.

We live in a society now where the sexual taboo for children has really passed by the wayside. Any nineyear-old can go into a 7-11 and check out the Playmate of the Month, but you don't want your kids to know about death. You don't want your kids to know about disfigurement. You don't want 'em to know about creepy things because it might warp their little minds.

You cant be too careful on a skateboard.

I'm most afraid of losing my mind. You lose your identity, your sense of who you are, where you are.

Say your name over two hundred times and discover you are no one.

Let's face it. No kid in high school feels as though they fit in.

He was one of those quite rare adults who communicate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially--not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug, in the same way that closing a big business deal may call for a handshake.