Next To Music Beer Was Best.

Writing, For Me, Is A Search For God.

The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter.

It Was Better To Be In A Jail Where You Could Bang The Walls Than In A Jail You Could Not See.

The Closest Thing To Being Cared For Is To Care For Someone Else.

Her Face Felt Like It Was Scattered In Pieces And She Could Not Keep It Straight. The Feeling Was A Whole Lot Worse Than Being Hungry For Any Dinner, Yet It Was Like That. I Want--i Want--i Want--was All That She Could Think About--but Just What This Real Want Was She Did No Know.