This Incompleteness Is All We Have.

I Was In Love Again. I Was In Trouble

I'm Too Careless. I Don't Put Out Enough Effort. I'm Tired.

People Who Believe In Politics Are Like People Who Believe In God: They Are Sucking Wind Through Bent Straws.

Take A Writer Away From His Typewriter And All You Have Left Is The Sickness Which Started Him Typing In The Beginning

I Would Be Married, But I'd Have No Wife, I Would Be Married To A Single Life.