She Would Be Half A Planet Away,

As An Artist, You Can Never Get What You Want. What You Do Never Approaches What You Want It To Be.

Reading Love Junkie Is Like Watching A Sleepwalker Taking A Stroll On A Freeway. All You Can Do Is Pray. Gorgeously Written, Piercingly Honest.

Love's An Illusion. It's A Dream You Wake Up From With An Enormous Hangover And Net Credit Debt. I'd Rather Have Cash.

I Could Hear The Icy Winds Of Sweden, But He Didn't Seem To Feel The Chill.

I Felt Suddenly Cruel, Like I´d Told Dmall Children There Was No Tooth Fairy, That It Was Just Their Mom Sneaking Into Their Room After They Went To Bed.