Flies Die In So Many Lonely Places.

I Am About As Detailed As A Shadow.

When We Finish A Book, Why Do We Hold It In Both Hands And Gaze At It As If It Were Somehow Alive?

You Keep Seeing Your Picture On Posters That You Are Missing But You're Not. That'd Be Weird, Right? Or Say You Look Down At The Sidewalk And Earthworms Are Spelling Your Name. Or You Open A Peanut Bag And The 'hello' Is Written In Your Writing On The Inside Of The Shell. Would That Weird Ya?

I Look Crazy. I Know I Do. Been True Since I Was A Kid!

You Can't Know What A Book Is About Until The Very End. This Is True Of A Book We're Reading Or Writing.