One Withers, Another Grows.

And I Suppose Tapes Are A Desperate Attempt To Steal Something From Death's Suitcase.

Desire Sets Our Compass, But Real Life Steers Our Course.

When You're In Bed, You're Dead

No Story Sits By Itself, Sometimes Stories Meet At Corners And Sometimes They Cover One Another Completely, Like Stones Beneath A River.

You're Not Going To Fix Things By Helping 65-year-olds Or 75-year-olds For Any Long Run.