As I Drifted Off To Sleep, I

Fine. Whatever. I Don’t. Nobody Understands Your Pain, Mae. Because It Is So Unique! Nobody’s Ever Loved Something So Much They Would Do Anything To Save It, Except For You, Mae. You Cornered That Market!

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.

I Look At You Because I Can't Look Away.

For Me To Be A Billion-dollar Author, I Need To Have People Buying My Books At Wal-mart.

I Still Have The Same Friends I've Had For The Last 15 Or 20 Years.