Sometimes It's Called Passing Out And Sometimes

Everybody Likes To Have A Place To Think, To Meditate, To Eat A Burrito.

And Then I Realized That My Sister Was Trying To Live A Romance Novel. Man, That Takes Courage And Imagination. Well, It Also Took Some Degree Of Mental Illness, Too, But I Was Suddenly Happy For Her. And A Little Scared. Well, A Lot Scared.

[f]rank Knew He Was Guilty Of Arrogance And Misanthropy, But He Compensated By Being Kind To Strangers And Tipping Really Well At Restaurants.

Sometimes It's Called Passing Out And Sometimes It's Just Pretending To Be Asleep

If One Reads Enough Books One Has A Fighting Chance. Or Better, One's Chances Of Survival Increase With Each Book One Reads.