I'm A Guy That Likes

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

People Will Believe Absurd Things - In The 19th Century And Now.

People Who Are Readers Of Fiction Aren't Particularly Interested In Comic Books.

I Think You Can Find All The Elements That You Can Find In Great Literature In Mundane Experiences.

I Realize That I'm Pretty Flawed, But You Know - I Haven't Killed Anybody Yet.