I Lay On The Bed And Lost

She Was Beautiful, But She Was Beautiful In The Way A Forest Fire Was Beautiful.

There Is Something About Riding A Unicorn, For Those People Who Still Can, Which Is Unlike Any Other Experience: Exhilarating, And Intoxicating, And Fine.

You Could Fire A Machine Gun Randomly Through The Pages Of Lord Of The Rings And Never Hit Any Women.

Chicago Happened Slowly, Like A Migraine.

I Think Of Myself As A Very Lazy Author.