Jacob's Room Is The Place Entropy Goes

Things Break All The Time. Day Breaks, Waves Break, Voices Break. Promises Break. Hearts Break.

The Bigger The Hole Inside You, The More Desperate You Became To Fill It.

I Understand Better Than She'd Imagine That History Is Indelible. You Can Mask It; You Can Patch It Smooth And Clear; But You Always Know What's Hidden Underneath.

Many People Have A Novel Inside Them, But Most Don't Bother To Get It Out.

Hunger, She Often Tells Me, Has Nothing To Do With The Belly And Everything To Do With The Mind. What Mary Really Runs Isn't A Bakery, But A Community.