The Only Question That Nobody Ever Asks

The Future Is Fastidious And Punctual. It Keeps Perfect Time And Arrives Everywhere On The Dot. In Contrast, Its Slacker Brother The Past Has No Use For Clocks Or Appointments. It Comes And Goes As It Pleases In Our Memory, Camping Out Wherever The Hell It Damn Well Wants To In There. Untrustworthy, Prone To Exaggeration, Biased- You Wouldn't Lend It Ten Cents, But It *sure* Can Be Charming And Seductive When It Feels Like It.

If It Was As Logical As That, I Wouldn't Continue To Feel As Bad As I Do. I Know What You're Saying, And You're Absolutely Right In A Way. But Logic And Rationality Only Go So Far. Then You Know What Happens? Ha! Then Your Heart Adds Its Two Cents And Everything Reasonable Goes Right-out-the-window.

Both Young Children And Old People Have A Lot Of Time On Their Hands. That's Probably Why They Get Along So Well.

Very Often I'll Find Out At The End Of A Book What I Put In At The Beginning. A Sort Of Process Of Elimination And Discovery In One.

I Find You Write With One Person In Mind. Usually For Me That One Person Is My Wife, Because She's My Most Severe Critic And Understands Best What I'm Trying To Do.