I Commend My Soul To Any God

"and What Would Humans Be Without Love?" Rare, Said Death.

Questions Don't Have To Make Sense, Vincent," Said Miss Susan. "but Answers Do.

"god Does Not Play Games With His Loyal Servants," Said The Metatron, But In A Worried Tone Of Voice. "whooo-eee," Said Crowley. "where Have You Been?"

It's A Guilty Secret Of A Lot Of Writers, As You Get Older You Don't Read As Much Fiction As You Used To, Mainly Because It's Like You Are Deconstructing It All The Time.

You Can't Trust Folk Songs. They Always Sneak Up On You.