A. Here's what I put in my high school yearbook, and I do believe it's what I'd still put today: Walk slowly; all you can ever come to is yourself.
A. Chinese dumplings, either pan-fried, boiled, or steamed.
A. Max, the boy who wore his wolf suit.
A. I have no flaws. I am a perfect human being. What, you don't believe me? C'mon.
A. Lying on the couch while my children bake me delicacies, clean the house, and write small songs of praise in my honor.