The Whole World Is A Disaster Waiting

When We Die, These Are The Stories Still On Our Lips. The Stories We’ll Only Tell Strangers, Someplace Private In The Padded Cell Of Midnight. These Important Stories, We Rehearse Them For Years In Our Head But Never Tell. These Stories Are Ghosts, Bringing People Back From The Dead. Just For A Moment. For A Visit. Every Story Is A Ghost.

The Problem With Every Story Is You Tell It After The Fact.

And If I Do Fall Asleep, Marla Has To Keep Track Of Tyler. Where He Goes. What He Does. So Maybe During The Day, I Can Rush Around And Undo The Damage.

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

The Girls You Meet Are Never Very Far From Their Worst-case Scenario.