There's Some Brain Damage, But It May

Maturity Is Only A Short Break In Adolescence.

We Want Playmates We Can Own.

My Success Was The Shock Of Recognition, Probably, Rather Than The Quality Of The Work. I Mean, The Quality May Have Been Fine, But There's A Lot Of Fine Work Out There. It Was The Fact That I Was Doing Something That At That Time, Nobody Else Was Doing, Except For Say, Mort Saul Out In San Francisco On The Hungry Eye, And "second City" Was Emerging Out In Chicago. Nothing In Print. It Was Basically Happening In Cabaret And Nothing In Fiction. And Certainly Nothing In New York In Cartoons.

I Told The Doctor I Was Overtired, Anxiety-ridden, Compulsively Active, Constantly Depressed, With Recurring Fits Of Paranoia. Turns Out I'm Normal.

We Are All Continually Embarking On First Drafts, In Every Aspect Of Our Lives.