I Start Drawing, And Eventually The Characters

Be Who You Are And Say What You Feel Because Those Who Mind Don't Matter And Those Who Matter Don't Mind. Don't Cry Because It's Over. Smile Because It Happened.

So The Writer Who Breeds More Words Than He Needs, Is Making A Chore For The Reader Who Reads.

I'm Afraid That Sometimes You'll Play Lonely Games Too. Games You Can't Win 'cause You'll Play Against You.

Thank Goodness For All The Things You Are Not, Thank Goodness You're Not Something Someone Forgot, And Left All Alone In Some Punkerish Place, Like A Rusty Tin Coat Hanger Hanging In Space.

You Are You. Now, Isn't That Unpleasant?