A. It's the set of the sail, and not the gale, that determines the way we go.
A. One word: home.
A. I would love to meet Jane Austen, but I'd be far too awed to say anything to her. Plus, if I did, I'm pretty sure she'd find some reason to skewer me in her next novel. After all, this is the woman who once wrote, "For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?"
A. Those stupid plastic containers that all electronics and other gadgets are packaged in. I can never get them open.
A. I would love to be an artist. Sadly, I can't even draw stick figures.