There's Nothing Unusual About Love.

I'm Going, She Said. I Love You But You're Crazy, You're Doomed.

That The Young Rich Smell The Stink Of The Poor And Learn To Find It A Bit Amusing. They Had To Laugh, Otherwise It Would Be Too Terrifying.

I Sit On The Couch Watching Her Arrange Her Long Red Hair Before My Bedroom Mirror. She Pulls Her Hair Up And Piles It On Top Of Her Head- She Lets Her Eyes Look At My Eyes- Then She Drops Her Hair And Lets It Fall Down In Front Of Her Face. We Go To Bed And I Hold Her Speechlessly From The Back My Arm Around Her Neck I Touch Her Wrists And Hands Feel Up To Her Elbows No Further.

Dying Should Come Easy: Like A Freight Train You Don't Hear When Your Back Is Turned.

There Are Only Two Things Wrong With Money: Too Much Or Too Little.