And If The World Breaks Down, I'll

To Understand Others You Should Get Behind Their Eyes And Walk Down Their Spines.

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.

The World Needs Writers. We Will Always Be Necessary. There Are Few Professions That Can Claim That Distinction.

Strangers Are Just Friends Waiting To Happen

If You Love Somebody, Tell Them.