My Arm Was Not What

Not Everything Was Lost In The Flow Of Time

That’s How Stories Happen — With A Turning Point, An Unexpected Twist. There’s Only One Kind Of Happiness, But Misfortune Comes In All Shapes And Sizes. It’s Like Tolstoy Said. Happiness Is An Allegory, Unhappiness A Story.

If You Listen To The Radio For A Whole Hour There's Maybe One Decent Song. The Rest Is Mass-produced Garbage

She Was Seriously In Love, But She Never Made Demands.

For A While" Is A Phrase Whose Length Can't Be Measured.at Least By The Person Who's Waiting.