Whatever I Write I Publish. Because That's

There Is No Word For Feeling Nostalgic About The Future, But That's What A Parent's Tears Often Are, A Nostalgia For Something That Has Not Yet Occurred. They Are The Pain Of Hope, The Helplessness Of Hope, And Finally, The Surrender To Hope.

The Characters That I Have On Twitter Have Very Little Resemblance To Me, The Person Who's Writing Them.

There Is Something About The Human Condition. I Don't Think Dogs Are Like "if Only I Was A Poodle Instead Of A Golden Retriever, I'd Be Totally Happy." Dogs Are Happy With Who They Are.

I'm Not Sure What It Would Mean To Have "made It." Made What? Yes, I Can Make A Decent Living In Show Business, So If That's The Criteria, Then I've Made It. But That Doesn't Feel That Important To Me. The Stuff That Matters To Me Are The New Challenges. I Know That Sounds Hokey, But It's True.

I Hope You Die.... P.s. If You Do Die, I'm Going To Go To The Funeral And Finger Your Corpse.