Good Days And Long Nights To Ya,

I Wouldn't Have Missed A Single Minute Of It, Not For The Whole World.

A Cloud-congested Caul That Is Alternately Red, Orange, Vermilion, Purple. Sometimes The Clouds Break Apart In Great, Slow Rafts, Letting Through Beams Of Innocent Yellow Sunlight That Are Bitterly Nostalgic For The Summer That Has Gone By.

He Had Come To Believe That Life Was A Series Of Ironic Ambushes. - Doctor Sleep

I Am In Trouble Here. This Woman Is Not Right.

You Know How It's Going To End, But Instead Of Spoiling Things, That Somehow Increases Your Fascination. It's Like Watching A Kid Run His Electric Train Faster And Faster And Waiting For It To Derail On One Of The Curves.