You're Sick. Sick And Evil And Weird.

You Can't Run Away From Home Without Destroying Somebody's World.

Without Dreams, There Could Be No Despair.

And Did I Pass?" The Face Of The Old Woman On My Right Was Unreadable In The Gathering Dusk. On My Left The Younger Woman Said, "you Don't Pass Or Fail At Being A Person, Dear.

My Ideal Reader Is Me. And Yes, My Ideal Reader Comes With Me And Is Forgiving.

You Must Never Imagine, That Just Because Something Is Funny, It Is Not Also Dangerous.