I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I

Jacob: I've Never Seen So Much Manure. Wade: Baggage Stock Horses. They Pack'em In 27 A Car. Jacob: How Do You Stand The Smell? Wade: What Smell?

After Sixty-one Years Together, She Simply Clutched My Hand And Exhaled.

I Don't Like Outlining, Because Books Are Organic Things. Sometimes A Book Doesn't Want To Be Written In A Certain Way.

I Am Ninety. Or Ninety-three. One Or The Other.

Although, Pretending Not To Notice Is Almost Worse Than Noticing.