All Of Us Have A Place In

I Drank Coffee And Read Old Books And Waited For The Year To End.

For The Rest Of My Life I'll Be Thinking About That Hamburger. I'll Be Sitting There At The Counter, Holding It In My Hands With Tears Streaming Down My Cheeks. The Waitress Will Be Looking Away Because She Doesn't Like To See Kids Crying When They Are Eating Hamburgers.

I Have Always Wanted To Write A Book That Ended With The Word 'mayonnaise.

"i Count A Lot Of Things That There's No Need To Count," Cameron Said. "just Because That's The Way I Am. But I Count All The Things That Need To Be Counted."

I’ll Affect You Slowly As If You Were Having A Picnic In A Dream. There Will Be No Ants. It Won’t Rain.