And Then It Was The Kind Of

Books Are Like Tweets, Except Longer.

It's Total Bullshit," He Said. "the Whole Thing. Eighty Percent Survival Rate And He's In The Twenty Percent? Bullshit. He Was Such A Bright Kid. It's Bullshit. I Hate It. But It Was Sure A Privilege To Love Him, Huh?

A Margo For Each Of Us--and Each More Mirror Than Window.

God Will Punish The Wicked. And Before He Does, We Will.

All Those Paper People Living In Their Paper Houses, Burning The Future To Stay Warm.