There's Nothing Unusual About Love.

There's No Clarity. There Was Never Meant To Be Clarity.

Love Is A Fog That Burns With The First Daylight Of Reality.

Those Faces You See Every Day On The Streets Were Not Created Entirely Without Hope: Be Kind To Them: Like You They Have Not Escaped.

Great Art Is Horseshit, Buy Tacos.

When A Writer Is Swayed With His Fame And His Fortune, You Can Float Him Down The River With The Turds.