Sometimes The Way You Think

To Be Fair To Monica," I Said, "what You Did To Her Wasn't Very Nice Either." "what'd I Do To Her?" He Asked, Defensive. "you Know, Going Blind And Everything." "but That's Not My Fault," Isaac Said. "i'm Not Saying It Was Your Fault. I'm Saying It Wasn't Nice.

She Left Me Enough To Rediscover The Great Perhaps.

The Easiest Way To Solve A Mystery Is To Decide That There Is No Mystery To Solve.

We Did A Few Things Worth Remembering, And I Wish For Someone To Remember Them.

Books So Special And Rare And Yours That Advertising Your Affection Feels Like A Betrayal.