This Is How It Is With Insomnia.

It Seems That So Much Writing Is Being Done In The Nineteenth-century Model, Where Every Connection Has To Be Thoroughly Explained.

Nothing Of Me Is Original. I Am The Combined Effort Of Everyone I've Ever Known.

Kids, She Says. When They’re Little, They Believe Everything You Tell Them About The World. As A Mother, You’re The World Almanac And The Encyclopedia And The Dictionary And The Bible, All Rolled Up Together. But After They Hit Some Magic Age, It’s Just The Opposite. After That, You’re Either A Liar Or A Fool Or A Villain.

I Am Jack's Complete Lack Of Surprise. I Am Jack's Broken Heart.

Funerals Are All Abstract Ceremony.