Enjoy It. Because It's Happening.

I Don't Think We Should Base So Much On Weight, Muscles, And A Good Hair Day, But When It Happens, It's Nice. It Really Is.

When You Publish A Book, You Do So In Part To End The Silence. All Censorship Is Silence. I Would Never, As An Author, Feel Right Requiring A Young Person Whose Family Would Object To The Book To Read It. Just As I Would Never Force That Person To Read It, I Would Ask Those Folks To Not Force Others Not To Read It. To Me, That Is Just Good Manners.

There Is This One Photograph... That Is Just Beautiful. It Would Be Impossible To Describe How Beautiful It Is, But I’ll Try. If You Listen To The Song “asleep,” And You Think About Those Pretty Weather Days That Make You Remember Things, And You Think About The Prettiest Eyes You’ve Known, And You Cry And The Person Holds You Back, Then I Think You Will See The Photograph.

I Used To Listen To It All The Time When I Was Little And Thinking About Grown-up Things. I Would Go To My Bedroom Window And Stare At My Reflection In The Glass And The Trees Behind It And Just Listen To The Song For Hours. I Decided Then That When I Met Someone I Thought Was As Beautiful As The Song, I Should Give It To That Person. And I Didn’t Mean Beautiful On The Outside. I Meant Beautiful In All Ways.

But In That Moment When My Brother Took The Field, All That Washed Away, And Everyone Was Proud... I Looked Up At My Dad, And He Was Smiling. I Looked At My Mom, And She Was Smiling Even Though She Was Nervous About My Brother Getting Hurt, Which Was Strange Because It Was A Vcr Tape Of An Old Game, And She Knew He Didn't Get Hurt.