It Was A Salad Bar Of Phobias

A Lot Of Being A Writer Doesn't Have Anything To Do With Writing. It's Ironic - I Have To Squeeze The Books In, Even Though That's What It's All About.

My Attraction Had Been Immediate And Profound. And It Had Nothing To Do With The Way He Looked. My Attraction Was To What Resided Between His Lines.

Life Would Be Fabric-softener, Tuna-salad-on-white, Pta-meeting Normal.

Love Is A Helium-based Emotion; Love Always Takes The High Road.

We Were Young. We Were Bored. And The Old Electroshock Therapy Machine Was Just Under The Stairs In A Box Next To The Hoover.