Those Unable To Catalog The Past Are

Writing Is A Dying Form. One Reads Of This Every Day.

Stretched Out In Front Of Me Was My Time As An Adult, And Then A Skeleton, And Then Nothing Except Perhaps A Few Books On A Few Shelves.

Life Isn't Fair," He Said, In His Undisguised Voice, And For Once The Baudelaire Orphans Agreed With Every Word The Man Said.

You Might Be Afraid Of The Dark, But The Dark Is Not Afraid Of You. That’s Why The Dark Is Always Close By.

[i]t Was The Color Of Someone Buying You An Ice Cream Cone For No Reason At All.