Writing Is A Lonely Business.

If You Care About Something Enough, It’s Going To Make You Cry. But You Have To Use It. Use Your Tears. Use Your Pain. Use Your Fear. Get Mad. Arnold, Get Mad.

...and Nostalgia Is A Cancer. Nostalgia Will Fill Your Heart Up With Tumors. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, That's What You Are. You're Just An Old Fart Dying Of Terminal Nostalgia.

There Have Been Players With Indian Heritage, But There Hasn't Been A Native-american Professional Basketball Player Who Became A Regular For All Sorts Of Social And Political Reasons.

That's One More Thing People Don't Know About Indians: We Love To Talk Dirty.

I Was Studying The Sky Like I Was An Astronomer, Except It Was Daytime And I Didn't Have A Telescope, So I Was Just An Idiot.