How Easy It Is, Treachery.

I Suppose These Deadlines We Set For Ourselves Are Really A Way Of Saying We Appreciate Time, And Want To Use All Of It.

These Things Sneak Up On Him For No Reason, These Flashes Of Irrational Happiness. It's Probably A Vitamin Deficiency.

If You Want What's In The Package You Should At Least Know How To Get The String Off, Is What I Say.

I Feel Like Cotton Candy: Sugar And Air. Squeeze Me And I’d Turn Into A Small Sickly Damp Wad Of Weeping Pinky-red.

He Needed To Exist Only In The Present, Without Guilt, Without Expectation.