Death Is The Dark Backing

Language Is A Spiritual Mansion In Which You Live And Nobody Has The Right To Evict You.

How Should I Know Why! I Didn't Invent Human Beings, Iggy.

Losing A Parent Is Something Like Driving Through A Plate-glass Window. You Didn't Know It Was There Until It Shattered, And Then For Years To Come You're Picking Up The Pieces -- Down To The Last Glassy Splinter.

A Writer Is A Reader Moved To Emulation.

When I Didn't Argue He Was Satisfied He Had Persuaded Me, And Was Not The First To Make That Mistake.