What You Are Is A Question Only

History Does Not So Much Repeat As Echo, I Suppose.

I Do Think, Half Of What We Call Madness Is Just Some Poor Slob Dealing With Pain By A Strategy That Annoys The People Around Him.

It's A Bizarre But Wonderful Feeling, To Arrive Dead Center Of A Target You Didn't Even Know You Were Aiming For.

Seems Like Half My Anxiety Dreams Are About Airports.

I Began My Writing Career In A Very Isolated Place And Time.