Ashes To Ashes. Garage Sale To Garage

I Stood Under The Awning For A Moment, But Finally I Decided That Being In A Bad Mood With Your Friends Beats Being In A Bad Mood Without Them.

Pain Is Like Fabric: The Stronger It Is, The More It’s Worth.

She Was Not An Adventure, She Was Not A Fine And Precious Thing. She Was A Girl.

Margo's Beauty Was A Kind Of Sealed Vessel Of Perfection--uncracked And Uncrackable.

Talking To A Drunk Person Was Like Talking To An Extremely Happy, Severely Brain-damaged Three-year-old.