It Is Likely I Will Die Next

The Right Boys I Always Toss And The Wrong Ones I Keep On Top Of Me Like Paperweights.

Chestnuts In Stuffing Tastes Like Someone Chewed Up A Tree Branch And Then French-kissed It Into Your Mouth.

The World Is Quiet Here.

Bad Circumstances Have A Way Of Ruining Things That Would Otherwise Be Pleasant.

For Obvious Reasons, I Never Told You About My Notebook, With A Cover As Green As Mansions Long Ago, Which I Use As A Commonplace Book, A Phrase Which Here Means 'place Where I Have Collected Passages From Some Of The Most Important Books I Have Read.