No Matter What Happens, It’s Always Now.

When Nobody Will Look At You, You Can Stare A Hole In Them. Picking Out All The Little Details You'd Never Stare Long Enough To Get If They'd Even Just Return Your Gaze, This, This Is Your Revenge.

Writing Is Like Sex, If It's Difficult You're Not Doing It Right.

And I Can't Stand The Idea Of Being Alone. I Can't Bear The Thought Of Being Free.

I Figure If Eve Could Get Us Into This Mess, I Could Get Us Out. After All, God Really Likes To See A Go-getter.

I Am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, Sense Of Rejection.