Sometimes An Accident Can Be An Unhappy

Outlines Are The Last Resource Of Bad Fiction Writers Who Wish To God They Were Writing Masters' Theses.

I Guess When You Turn Off The Main Road, You Have To Be Prepared To See Some Funny Houses.

It Was Like Drowning, Only From The Inside Out.

I Dreamed Of You. I Dreamed You Were Wandering In The Dark, And So Was I. We Found Each Other. We Found Each Other In The Dark.

Strong Delusions Travel Like Cold Germs On A Sneeze.