Newborns Reminded Her Of Tiny Buddhas

It Doesn't Matter What It Is That Leaves A Hole Inside You. It Just Matters That It’s There.

Who Spit In Your Porridge?

An Apology With A Defense Built In Isn't Much Of An Apology

I'm Too Much Of A Coward To Kill Myself. And Too Much Of A Coward To Live

This Must Be What An Addict Feels Like, I Think, Trying To Fight The Pull Of One Last, Quick Read. My Fingers Itch Toward The Binding, And Finally, With A Sigh Of Regret, I Just Grab The Book And Open It, Hungrily Reading The Story.