The following is from Salman Rusdie's 2019 novel Quichotte:
My silly little Sancho, he cries. My son, my sidekick, my squire! Hutch to my Starsky, Spock to my Kirk, Scully to
I came across an oral history of music in New York City in the early 2000s which includes the answer to the question: What did The Strokes think when they first heard Mr.
I often wonder what our dog thinks about the world and what he could possibly understand. When you experience the world primarily through smells, everything is very different. We took him to a
The wildlife on the mountain is a little different. And a little bolder. One night Deborah was standing in the backyard and a coyote ambled out of the woods. It casually walked across
I dreamed that the band who wrote my entrance music got back together. That meant they could play me on stage live, which hadn't been possible for years.