So What? All Writers Are Lunatics!

Let's Be Off Before He Gets His Great Horsey Teeth Into My Poor Lines Of Verse!

What's That Sticky Stuff Called? Basta: Duct Tape. Yes, Duct Tape. I Love Duct Tape.

Reality Is A Fragile Thing.

I Don't Like To Eat The Same Dish Every Day, So I Read Very Different Things.

I Wish You Luck,' She Said, Kissing Him On The Cheek. He Still Had The Most Beautiful Eyes Of Any Boy She'd Ever Seen. But Now Her Heart Beat So Much Faster For Someone Else.