We No Longer Build Fireplaces

Your Idea Of Bliss Is To Wake Up On A Monday Morning Knowing You Haven't A Single Engagement For The Entire Week. You Are Cradled In A White Paper Cocoon Tied Up With Typewriter Ribbon.

Christmas Is Not A Season. It Is A Feeling.

There Is An Interesting Resemblance In The Speeches Of Dictators, No Matter What Country They May Hail From Or What Language They May Speak.

I Like Any Place That Isn't Here.

Writers Should Be Read But Not Seen. Rarely Are They A Winsome Sight.