He Was Born Early. But He Was

If A Tree Falls On Your Head In A Forest And No One Hears It, It Still Hurts.

When People Talk About Wanting To Have Children Someday, What They Really Mean Is That They Want Babies. Nobody Wants An Angry Adolescent. Nobody Wants An Obnoxious Seven-year-old Trying To Wear Out Dirty Words They Just Learned In School That Day. What They Really Want Is Cute, Adorable Babies Who Love You And Need You. The Bad Stuff Is Just The Price You Agree To Pay For Having The Good Stuff.

You Know, The Fact That Every Morning You Get A Script In Your Mailbox, That's Going To Stop. All These Little Pedestrian, Mundane Things. And The Cash.

Once In A While You Get A Moment Of Clarity - An Inspiration - And They Don't Come That Frequently.

I Remember My Wife And I Used To Get On Plane And See Everybody Else With Their Babies. They'd Be Putting Strollers And Car Seats Up Above, And We'd Think: Oh, Please Lord, Don't Make Us Go Through That