Isaac Rothe, Matthias

Time to the face the music,

the only one who wanted to be free. Surprise, surprise. CHAPTER

and Billy rolled in. “Thought you might like some wake-up.” Bingo,

husband and my family and the better half of WriterDog. Prologue

In short, immaturity is spoiled. And what is spoiled doesn’t ripen. It goes bad early, gets bitter and withers on the vine.

Every broken heart has one time or another asked, "What is important to me now?

- You see a man and you just play with him, because you know you can.- I play with women too. I believe in equal rights, she said, looking in the mirror.

Middle age is youth without levity, and age without decay.

There's an ecstatic side to writing. It's like jazz. It just has a life.

Immigration confuses and terrifies me, so why not try to write a comic and make some sense of it?

Thank God, I also am an American!

A person should have wings to carry them where their dreams go, but sometimes a pair of skis makes a good substitute.

I'm so moved to hear Celia Johnson again, so lovely.

I'm not worried about tomorrow, because God is there already, waiting for me.