Toys Are Made In Heaven,

There Are Many Things Worth Living For, A Few Things Worth Dying For, And Nothing Worth Killing For.

Most Novelists Write About Twisted Lives.

How Can You Admire A Human Who Consciously Embraces The Bland, The Mediocre, And The Safe Rather Than Risk The Suffering That Disappointment Can Bring?

As A Child, I Was An Imaginary Playmate.

The Party In Alobar’s Head, Which Agitation And Anxiety Were Throwing, Now Was Crashed By A Notion: Existence Can Be Rearranged.