Death Steals Everything Except Our Stories.

Naturally We Would Prefer Seven Epiphanies A Day And An Earth Not So Apparently Devoid Of Angels.

I'd Rather Get A Brain Tumor Than Go Back To Teaching.

Beware, O Wanderer, The Road Is Walking Too.

Every Day I Wonder How Many Things I Am Dead Wrong About. -- True North

We Set This House On Fire Forgetting That We Live Within.