The Past Is A Closed Door.

Everyone Thinks Writers Must Know More About The Inside Of The Human Head, But That's Wrong. They Know Less, That's Why They Write. Trying To Find Out What Everyone Else Takes For Granted.

What We Share May Be A Lot Like A Traffic Accident But We Get One Another. We Are Survivors Of Each Other. We Have Been Shark To One Another, But Also Lifeboat. That Counts For Something.

Messy Love Is Better Than None, I Guess. I Am No Authority On Sane Living.

There's Something To Be Said For Hunger: At Least It Lets You Know You're Still Alive.

You Can Only Be Jealous Of Someone Who Has Something You Think You Ought To Have Yourself.