Keep Scribbling! Something Will Happen.

You Might Be Poor, Your Shoes Might Be Broken, But Your Mind Is A Palace.

Oh, God Above, If Heaven Has A Taste It Must Be An Egg With Butter And Salt, And After The Egg Is There Anything In The World Lovelier Than Fresh Warm Bread And A Mug Of Sweet Golden Tea?

They All Went Into The Bar Business. Which Was A Mistake, Because They Began To Sip At The Merchandise And It Set Them Back, Set Us All Back. Well, Them More Than I.

I Don't Know What It Means And I Don't Care Because It's Shakespeare And It's Like Having Jewels In My Mouth When I Say The Words.

I Don't Absolve My Father Completely Of His Responsibility For What He Did To Us I Feel Compassion, Maybe. He Had His Demons. But I Still Can't Understand How A Man Can Walk Away From Children. And Leave Them To Starve, As We Nearly Did, If It Wasn't For My Mother Going Out And Begging.