I Like To Talk On Tv About

I Can See Every Monster As They Come In.

There’s Got To Be Something Wrong With Us. To Do What We Did.

But It's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks Are Slow On Sundays.

If You Happen To Capture My Imagination For Some Reason And I Decide To Write About You And You Don't Like What I Wrote About You, Which Is Entirely Possible, Then Yes, I'm A Dangerous Writer.

Oh, I Adore To Cook. It Makes Me Feel So Mindless In A Worthwhile Way.