Dead Women Tell No Tales. Sad Men

Miracles Are Like Meatballs, Because Nobody Can Exactly Agree On What They Are Made Of, Where They Come From, Or How Often They Should Appear.

Miracles Can Happen, Even To Those Who Are Small, Flammable, And Dressed All In Black.

Once More, This Is Love: It Rings And You Open Up Unless It Looks Like An Ax Murderer.

I Can See It, Ed, I Leaned Deeper Into You, Felt You Nodding Along With The Sounds In The Room, And Your Warmth Signaled Through To Me From Under Your Shirt, Lovely Strong, Safe And Right.

It Is Very Difficult To Make One's Way In This World Without Being Wicked At One Time Or Another, When The World's Way Is So Wicked To Being With.