One's Ribs Shouldn't Be Prison Bars.

Act', Implores The Ghost Of Future Regret. 'i Shan't Give You Another Chance'. [and So Jacob Does] 'damned Fool,' Groans The Demon Of Present Regret. 'what Have You Done?

I Can't Bear Living In This Huge Beautiful World And Not Try To Imitate It As Best I Can.

The Spirit Was Willing But The Flesh Was Weak.

There's A Link Between Bigotry And Bad Spelling.

Writing Is Such A Damn Lonely Sickness.