So Long As It Fated, Fate Didn't

The Dead Are Way More Organized Than The Living.

Books Are Always Obviously Having Conversations With Other Books, And Some Times They're Amiable And Sometimes Not.

I'd Never Understood The Injunction Not To Regret Anything, Couldn't See How That Wasn't Cowardice.

A Sickly Little Smile Grew And Died On His Mouth Like A Fungus.

If You're Brave Enough To Try, You Might Be Able To Catch A Train From Unlondon To Parisn't, Or No York, Or Helsunki, Or Lost Angeles, Or Sans Francisco, Or Hong Gone, Or Romeless.