I Have A Theory About The Human

A Friend Will Tell You She Saw Your Old Boyfriend - And He's A Priest.

A Fitting Room To Me Has Always Been Like A Confessional ... Where My Body And My Contrition Take Up The Entire Room.

I've Always Been Intrigued With The Variety Of Answers This Generation Will Give Their Children Who Ask, "where Did I Come From, Mommy?" They Will Range From "number 176 Vial In Buffalo, New York," To "you Were Defrosted."

It Is Fast Approaching The Point Where I Don't Want Tadenauer To Want The Job.

Never Underestimate What It Takes To Watch Someone You Love In Pain.