Life Is Absolutely Horrific, Leading

I Frightened Myself. I Became The Ghost Piper Was So Scared Of.

It Might Go Down Better Than Appearing As A Giant Reptile Encased In A Ball Of Fire And Forcing Yourself On Her.' 'why Do You Always Have To Bring That Up?

It Was Love, Of Course, Though I Didn't Know It Then And Finn Was Both Its Subject And Object. He Accepted Love Instinctively, Without Responsibility Or Conditions, Like A Wild Thing Glimpsed Through Trees.

It's Not That He Lacked Poetry. But His Poetry Was Of The Body, Not The Mind. He Spoke It In The Way He Moved, The Way He Held A Hammer, Rowed A Boat, Built A Fire. I, On The Other Hand, Was Like A Brain In A Box, A Beating Heart In A Coal Scuttle.

Fate Is Trying To Kill Me. I Miss My Dog. What's A Doctor Going To Say? You're Not Ill, You're Mad As A Muffin? They'll Either Lock Me Up Or Tell Me To Get A Grip And No One Will Believe The Truth Anyway.