I Carried Recipes In My Head Like

I'm Phobic About The Idea Of Being Constrained.

Some Things Can Be Both Real And Imaginary At The Same Time, . . . Some Lies Can Be True, . . . Broken Faith May Be Restored.

You Priests. You're All The Same. You Think Fasting Helps You Think About God, When Anyone Who Can Cook Would Tell You That Fasting Just Makes You Think About Food.

This Isn't The First Time The World Has Come To An End, And It Won't Be The Last Either.

Places Do Not Lose Their Identity, However Far One Travels. It Is The Heart That Begins To Erode Over Time. The Face In The Hotel Mirror Seems Blurred Some Mornings, As If By Too Many Casual Looks. By Ten The Sheets Will Be Laundered, The Carpet Swept. The Names On The Hotel Registers Change As We Pass. We Leave No Trace As We Pass On. Ghostlike, We Cast No Shadow.