Sundays Kill More People Than Bombs.

The Park Grass Looked Greener, The Park Benches Looked Better And The Flowers Were Trying Harder.

I Wasn’t Lonely. I Experienced No Self-pity. I Was Just Caught Up In A Life In Which I Could find No Meaning.

And Then There Are Some Who Believe That Old Relationships Can Be Revived And Made New Again. But Please If You Feel That Way Don't Phone Don't Write Don't Arrive

I Never Write In The Daytime. It's Like Running Through The Shopping Mall With Your Clothes Off. Everybody Can See You. At Night ... That's When You Pull The Tricks ... Magic.

Almost Everybody Is Born A Genius And Buried An Idiot.