Love And Life Belongs To Great Risk.

Abortion Occurs So Frequently In My Stories. Abortion Sort Of Synthesizes Both Sex And Death. To Have Sex And Death Placed As Close To One Another As Possible Is Always A Goal Of Mine.

Recycling And Speed Limits Are Bullshit. They're Like Someone Who Quits Smoking On His Deathbed.

The Photographer In My Head Says: Give Me Peace. Flash. Give Me Release. Flash.

On The Other Side Of The Handrail, The Hallway's Gray Marble Floor Looks As If We've Climbed A Stairway Through The Clouds.

His Saliva Tasted Like The Wet Dicks Of Ten Thousand Lonely Truck Drivers.