I used to be a bumper sticker kind of writer. Now I’m more developed, and my writing often takes up whole bumpers. 


“Love, like glue, is a four-letter word that ends in “e,” only much stickier. An…”

“I stood under the umbrella for hours before I folded it up and started walking.…”

“I have so many friends I couldn’t even count them on one hand—not even if I had…”

“Nobody can stop me. But only because I haven’t started yet.”