Nice Day For A Funeral.

All That Sadness. All That Anger. It Is The Smoke That Gets Into Your Eyes. If You Do Not Blow It Away, How Can You Hope To See?

I Vividly Remember Being 14. That Was The Age When I Started To Get Happy: I Started Being A Writer And Stopped Being A Loser.

The Cia Agent Looked More Dead Than Alive. Alex Wondered If He Had Been Hit, But There Was No Sign Of Any Blood. Perhaps He Was In Shock.

I Love Writing Different Things.

There Are Few Things In The World That We Don't Know. Science Has Explained Everything Away.