Misery Loves Company. There's A Lot To

My Parents' Work Ethic Amazed Me. How Could They Put In Such Long Hours, Day After Day? Part Of The Reason Was To Keep The Family Going - To Keep Me Going. I Realized That, Although We Had Different Values Derived From Different Cultures And Wouldn't Agree On Certain Issues, They Were Good People, Incredible People, And I Loved And Respected Them.

I'm Sure Someone Out There Has A Workable Solution. But What Do I Know? I Make Comic Books And Write About Jazz. I Do Know The Difference Between Right And Wrong, Though.

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

I Think You Can Find All The Elements That You Can Find In Great Literature In Mundane Experiences.

I Don't Write About Certain Arguments I Have With My Wife. I'd Get My Head Torn Off If Wrote About Certain Things.