Who Wants Flowers When Youre Dead? Nobody.

I'd Never Yell, "good Luck!" At Anybody. It Sounds Terrible, When You Think About It.

Sensitive. That Killed Me. That Guy Morrow Was About As Sensitive As A Toilet Seat.

God, How I Still Love Private Readers. It’s What We All Used To Be.

If I Were A Piano Player, I'd Play It In The Goddam Closet.

I Felt So Lonesome, All Of A Sudden. I Almost Wished I Was Dead.