Every Day A Little Death.

I Like Murder Mysteries, The Agatha Christie Kinds Of Things Where You Know That It's All Going To Be Neatly Wound Up At The End.

You Have To Be Submitted For The Pulitzer, And Unbeknownst To Us, A Choral Director Whom I Know Had Submitted Us.

Writing Is A Form Of Mischief.

Dreams Are A Sweet Mistake All Dreamers Must Awake On, Then, With The Dance No Backward Glance Or My Heart Will Break Never Look Back.

The Concerts You Enjoy Together/ Neighbors You Annoy Together/ Children You Destroy Together,/ That Keep Marriage In Tact.