I Dropped Chemistry. I Practically Blew Up

But When I Was A Little Kid, I Was Always Writing Stories And Illustrating Little Books That I Would Create.

I Wouldn't Want To Donate My Body For Scientific Study.

Leaves Covered Pavement Like Soggy Cereal.

Night Fell Clean And Cold In Dublin, And Wind Moaned Beyond My Room As If A Million Pipes Played The Air.

My Fans Want Me To Talk To Them. And Even If They Want To Be Critical, I Want To Hear What They've Got To Say.