The Dick, Jane, and Spot primers have gone to that bookshelf in the sky. I have, in some ways, a tender feeling toward them, so I think it's for the best.

I think most people agree there is a component of skill in art making; you have to learn grammar before you learn how to write.

Some artists claim praise is irrelevant in measuring the success of art, but I think it's quite relevant. Besides, it makes me feel great.

The whole idea of being mesmerized and not in control of your own actions is fascinating and a little spooky. I remember hearing about someone who'd gone to a magic act, and a person in the audience had become hypnotized by observing too closely what magician was doing on stage, and thought it was spooky to lose your consciousness that way.

It's an even better feeling, because I think what we went through tonight is obviously something we haven't gone through before. Just the style of game it was and the quality of the team that we were playing, I think we really forged ourselves into a better team tonight.

I write for what's left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head.