I Want A Chainsaw Very Badly, Because

A Snow Day Literally And Figuratively Falls From The Sky, Unbidden, And Seems Like A Thing Of Wonder.

I Wish I Had Coined The Phrase 'tyranny Of Choice,' But Someone Beat Me To It. The Counterintuitive Truth Is That Have An Abundance Of Options Does Not Make You Feel Privileged And Indulged; Too Many Options Make You Feel Like All Of Them Are Wrong, And That You Are Wrong If You Choose Any Of Them.

It Is Hard To Imagine Thomas Kinkade As Anything Less Than Supremely Self-assured.

My Inspiration Is Really Very Simple: I'm Struck By Things That I Want To Know More About. I Really Do React Just As A Curious Person: Who Is This Person? What's The Story Behind This Situation? Why Do People Like This Or Dislike This Thing?

The Old Orchid Hunter Lay Back On His Pillow, His Body Limp... 'you'll Curse The Insects,' He Said At Least, 'and You'll Curse The Natives... The Sun Will Burn You By Day And The Cold Will Shrivel You By Night. You'll Be Racked By Fever And Tormented By A Hundred Discomforts, But You'll Go On. For When A Man Falls In Love With Orchids, He'll Do Anything To Possess The One He Wants. It's Like Chasing A Green-eyed Woman Or Taking Cocaine... It's A Sort Of Madness.