Yes, Terrible Things Happen, But Sometimes Those

Every Time We Burn A Gallon Of Gas Or An Acre Of Rain Forest, Aren't We Killing The Future To Preserve The Present?

Today Is The Sort Of Day Where The Sun Only Comes Up To Humiliate You.

Anytime My Work Can Coax Bodily Fluids Out Of Someone, I'm Happy.

Disaster Is A Natural Part Of My Evolution Toward Tragedy And Dissolution.

A Writer’s Job Is To Cultivate What Can Go Wrong.