Most Loves Don't Last. But

Why Don’t We Break Up? I Guess I Stay With Her Because She Stays With Me. And That’s Not An Easy Thing To Do.

As A Child I Was An Inveterate Liar. As Opposed To Now, I Am A Novelist.

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?' This Is An Old Argument In The Field Of Thinking About Suffering And Its Stupidity And Lack Of Sophistication Could Be Plumbed For Centuries But Suffice It To Say That The Existence Of Broccoli Does Not, In Any Way, Affect The Taste Of Chocolate.

Long Week. Long Month. Long Life.

It's Fine," I Repeated. And Whatever. It Was Fine. It Had To Be.