There Are Times When Those Eyes Inside

To Not To Have Entirely Wasted One’s Life Seems To Be A Worthy Accomplishment, If Only For Myself.

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.

Too Often The People Complain That They Have Done Nothing With Their Lives And Then They Wait For Somebody To Tell Them That This Isn't So.

A Good Book Can Make An Almost Impossible Existence, Liveable ( From 'the Luck Of The Word' )

I've Never Met Another Man I'd Rather Be.