The Moon Is Fat And

You Have To Know How To Look Even If You Don't Know What You're Looking For.

Dreams Fade With Morning Light, Never A Morn For Thee, Dreamer Of Dreams, Goodnight.

Nothing Happened Today. And If Anything Did, I’d Rather Not Talk About It, Because I Didn’t Understand It.

Nothing Good Ever Comes Of Love. What Comes Of Love Is Always Something Better

Literature Is The Product Of A Strange Rain Of Blood, Sweat, Semen, And Tears.