Leave It To A Naive World-saver Like

Survival Is Not Important. What Matters Is How You Survive.

Toys Are Made In Heaven, Batteries Are Made In Hell.

The Winter Passed As Slowly And Peacefully As A Boa Constrictor Digesting A Valium Addict.

Life Is Hard If You Think It's Hard.

I Show Up In My Writing Room At Approximately 10 A.m. Every Morning Without Fail. Sometimes My Muse Sees Fit To Join Me There And Sometimes She Doesn't, But She Always Knows Where I'll Be. She Doesn't Need To Go Hunting In The Taverns Or On The Beach Or Drag The Boulevard Looking For Me.