Standing In Line Is A Form Of

As Lives Go, I'll Take The Quietly Desperate Over The Radically Bipolar.

I Still Think That Maybe The "afterlife" Is Just Something We Made Up To Ease The Pain Of Loss, To Make Our Time In The Labyrinth Bearable. Maybe We Are Just Matter, And Matter Gets Recycled

We're All Just Facilitators. The Real Business Is Done By Readers.

Books Belong To Their Readers.

Crying Adds Something: Crying Is You, Plus Tears. But The Feeling Colin Had Was Some Horrible Opposite Of Crying. It Was You, Minus Something. He Kept Thinking About One Word - Forever - And Felt The Burning Ache Just Beneath His Rib Cage.