When I Die Of Heart Failure The

Tim Was Dead. And He's Always Been A Loser. I'd Be Damned If I Was Going To Be The Victim Of A Loser - Or Anyone Else.

The Cool Thing About Writing Is That There Is Really Never A Typical Day. Sometimes I Get A Rhythm Going And Head Off To Work Every Morning And Come Home At Night. Sometimes I'll Write For Two Days Straight And Then Be Utterly Blank For The Next Two.

If You Could Just See Your Face,” She Told Me. “you Look Like A Cat In A Bathtub.

A Man Says A Lot Of Things In Summer He Doesn't Mean In Winter.

Paranoia: The Gift Of The Survivor And The Burden Of The Overtired, Stressed, And Terrified.