The World Had Teeth And It Could

Stephenie Meyer Can’t Write Worth A Darn. She’s Not Very Good.

Death, But Not For You, Gunslinger. Never For You. You Darkle. You Tinct. May I Be Brutally Frank? You Go On.

The Man In Black Travels With Your Soul In His Pocket.

There's No Harm In Hoping For The Best As Long As You're Prepared For The Worst.

The Unconscious Mind Writes Poetry If It's Left Alone.