Half-drunk On Well-creamed Gas Station Coffee And

Maybe 'okay' Will Be Our 'always

I Think That Most Of Us [writers] Would Rather Have An Audience Than Countless Riches. If We Wanted To Be Rich, We'd Be Doing Smething Else.

There Is No Best And No Worst, ...those Judgments Have No Real Meaning Because There Is Only What Is

Late In The Winter Of My Seventeenth Year, My Mother Decided I Was Depressed, Presumably Because I Rarely Left The House, Spent Quite A Lot Of Time In Bed, Read The Same Book Over And Over, Ate Infrequently, And Devoted Quite A Bit Of My Abundant Free Time To Thinking About Death.

There's Your Labyrinth Of Suffering. We Are All Going. Find Your Way Out Of That Maze.