Tremble, All Ye Oppressors Of The World!

I Started Thinking About My Relationship With My Students; I'm This Guy Who Comes In From Book - And Movie - Land And Descends On Angel Wings Into Their Classroom.

I Have Offices All Over The Place And I Avoid Work Everywhere. I Don't Like To Write - I Like To Be Finished.

The More I Hung Out With Detective Squads, The More There Was Always One Guy Or Two Guys Or A Woman Who Had A Case That They Were The Primary On Years Ago, It Was Never Solved, And They Take That Case Into Their Retirements.

You Don't Write About The Horrors Of War. No. You Write About A Kid's Burnt Socks Lying In The Road.

Beat Him, Eat Him And Get Out.