Ideas Come To People Who Are Receptive

Man, I So Sick Of Dinosaurs. They Wasn't Extinct, I'd Go Out An' Kill 'em Myself.

Our Happiest Moments As Tourists Always Seem To Come When We Stumble Upon One Thing While In Pursuit Of Something Else.

One Thing That Helps Is To Give Myself Permission To Write Badly. I Tell Myself That I'm Going To Do My Five Or 10 Pages No Matter What, And That I Can Always Tear Them Up The Following Morning If I Want. I'll Have Lost Nothing-writing And Tearing Up Five Pages Would Leave Me No Further Behind Than If I Took The Day Off.

I Wanted A Drink. There Were A Hundred Reasons Why A Man Will Want A Drink, But I Wanted One Now For The Most Elementary Reason Of All. I Didn't Want To Feel What I Was Feeling, And A Voice Within Was Telling Me That I Needed A Drink, That I Couldn't Bear It Without It. But That Voice Is A Liar. You Can Always Bear The Pain. It'll Hurt, It'll Burn Like Acid In An Open Wound, But You Can Stand It. And, As Long As You Can Make Yourself Go On Choosing The Pain Over The Relief, You Can Keep Going.

I Don't Know About The Rest Of The Country But In New York More People Have Learned Anonymity From Rent Control Than Ever Discovered It In A Twelve-step Program.