She Loved Him, Though Not At This

I Was An Intimate Sort Of Child Who Never Spoke Up In Groups. I Preferred Close Friends.

There's A Taste In The Air, Sweet And Vaguely Antiseptic, That Reminds Him Of His Teenage Years In These Streets, And Of A General State Of Longing, A Hunger For Life To Begin That From This Distance Seems Like Happiness.

I Wouldn't Mind Being The Lead Guitarist In An Incredibly Successful Rock Band. However, I Don't Play The Guitar.

I Believe The Novella Is The Perfect Form Of Prose Fiction.

Novels Without Female Characters Were A Lifeless Desert.