Sundays Kill More People Than Bombs.

I Am A Dolt Of A Man, Easily Made Happy Or Even Stupidly Happy Almost Without Cause And Left Alone I Am Mostly Content.

Look, Let Me Put It This Way: With Me, You’re Number One And There Isn’t Even A Number Two.

They Laughed. Things Were Funny. They Weren't Afraid To Care. There Was No Sense To Life, To The Structure Of Things.

And I Said To Myself That He Was The First Thing That I Had Ever Missed In My Life.

Love Breaks My Bones And I Laugh