Every Good Time That Goes On Too

I Am Forbidden Sugar, Fat, And Alcohol. So Hooray, I Guess, For Oatmeal, Lemon Juice, And Chicken Soup.

The Time I Kill Is Killing Me.

Reclusive? The Inner City Will Secure Your Privacy Better Than Any Desert Cave.

Writing Is A Refuge From Unhappiness, But Has Its Own Sorrows.

If You Insist On Asking Me Why I Feel The Way I Do, I Plan To Take The Fifth Amendment.