And Then Woe Is You, Pauly. Woe

If I Kept Saying It; If I Kept Reaching Out. My Accident Really Taught Me Just One Thing: The Only Way To Go On Is To Go On. To Say 'i Can Do This' Even When You Know You Can't.

Good Luck Is Just Bad Luck With Its Hair Combed.

Why' Is A Crooked Letter And Can't Be Made Straight.

There Is No Idea Dump, No Story Central, No Island Of The Buried Bestsellers; Good Stories Seem To Come Quite Literally From Nowhere, Sailing At You Right Out Of The Empty Sky.

Sometimes An Accident Can Be An Unhappy Womans Best Friend