Toast Is Me. I Am Toast.

A Ratio Of Failures Is Built Into The Process Of Writing. The Wastebasket Has Evolved For A Reason. Think Of It As The Altar Of The Muse Oblivion, To Whom You Sacrifice Your Botched First Drafts, The Tokens Of Your Human Imperfection.

Anaesthesia, That's One Technique: If It Hurts, Invent A Different Pain.

Time Rises And Rises, And When It Reaches The Level Of Your Eyes You Drown.

I Am Not My Childhood,' Snowman Says Out Loud.

One And One And One And One Doesn't Equal Four. Each One Remains Unique, There Is No Way Of Joining Them Together. They Cannot Be Exchanged, One For The Other. They Cannot Replace Each Other.