'breaking Bad.' Because It's The

You're A Writer. Make It Up.

I Like Having My Own Story Remain My Story.

Truth Might Be Stranger Than Fiction, But It Needs A Better Editor.

I'm Just Not A Natural Teacher.

She Leaned Forward And Kissed Me On The Lips. He Mouth Was Cold, Her Lips Rough From The Winter Wind, And If The Mystics Are Right And We Are Doomed To Repeat Our Squalid Lives Ad Infinitum, At Least I Will Always Return To That Kiss