Nothing Made Me Happen. I Happened.

I'm Doing One Of Three Things: I'm Writing. I'm Staring Out The Window. Or I'm Writhing On The Floor.

Fear Comes With Imagination, It’s A Penalty, It’s The Price Of Imagination.

Nothing Makes Us More Vulnerable Than Loneliness Except Greed.

It's Hard... To Shake Off Something That's Already Under Your Skin.

Life's Too Slippery For Books, Clarice; Anger Appears As Lust, Lupus Presents As Hives.