Hopefully, I Write What I Don't Know.

I Will Go To The Garden. I Will Be A Romantic. I Will Sell Myself In Hell, In Heaven Also I Will Be.

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.

What Has Happened Makes The World. Live On The Edge, Looking.

The Awful Thing, As A Kid Reading, Was That You Came To The End Of The Story, And That Was It. I Mean, It Would Be Heartbreaking That There Was No More Of It.