There's A Palace In Your Head, Boy.

I've Always Felt I Had More In Common With The Modernist Approach Than With Postmodernism, But I Can See Where The Connection Might Arise - And To Be Honest, I'm No Academic, So I Tend To Use These Words, Like In Alice In Wonderland, To Mean What I Want Them To Mean Rather Than What They Actually Do Mean.

My Art School Rejection Letter Arrived As A Cold Manila Fist That Closed Around My Fragile Hopes ... The Fear Was Practically Edible. Nothing Would Happen Unless I Get Out And Make It Happen. Then, As If Handling Me The Keys To The Jet Pack, My Dad Bought Me A Typewriter And A Taped Message To The Inside Of Its Case: "son - The World Is Waiting To Hear From You".

I Just Wanted All The Wars To Be Over So That We Could Spend The Money On Starships And Mars Colonies.

Everyone Does Magic All The Time In Different Ways. "life" Plus "significance" = Magic.

It's Salt. Why Don't You Sprinkle Some On Me, Honey? Aren't I Just Good Enough To Eat?