We are a unified party.
I need, absolutely, to be alone.
I left school on my 15th birthday.
At my age flowers scare me.
I don't like being in houses alone.
A gift, with a kind countenance, is a double present.
Study hard, but party harder.
My mom and my father's birthday are on the same day.
I read a lot of short fiction, like Kurt Vonnegut and Raymond Carver and Wells Tower.
Birthday is a glorious day.
The rewards of virtue alone abide secure.
My policy on cake is pro having it and pro eating it.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
I'm not a big birthday guy; I never have been.
Alyssa: Party like a fireman!
I'm a DJ. I get the party started.
My mother still sends a cake to the office for my birthday.
Good fellowship and friendship are lasting, rational and manly pleasures.
Inga: Put... ze candle... *beck*!
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's . . ." "And?" "No damn cat, and no damn cradle.
In seventh grade, with some vague sense that I wanted to be a writer, I crouched in the junior high school library stacks to see where my novels would eventually be filed. It was right after someone named Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. So I grabbed a Vonnegut bo...
