I Have Tourettes Syndrome.

Everybody Needs Love. Everybody. Those Who Don't Believe That Frighten Me A Little.

It Is A Peculiar Thing To Believe That You Know Someone Intimately Only To Find That You Really Do Not. It Is Like Finishing A Book Only To Discover That You Have Missed Several Key Chapters. The Letter Chapter 9 Page 104

Chocolate Is God's Apology For Brocolli

There's A Problem With Marrying Up. You Always Worry That Someday They'll See Through You And Leave. Or, Worse Yet, Someone Better Will Come Along And Take Her. In My Case, It Wasn't Someone. And It Wasn't Something Better.

Maybe, If We Just Accepted Our Deaths, We Might Finally Start To Live.