The Recounting Of A Life Is A

Anyone's Childhood Can Be An Act Of Disablement If Rehearsed And Replayed And Squinted At In A Certain Light. . .

This Is Why I Read Novels: So I Can Escape My Own Unrelenting Monologue.

He Dares Not Concern Himself With The Future For Fear Of Disturbing The Present.

There Are Chapters In Every Life Which Are Seldom Read And Certainly Not Aloud.

Happiness Is The Lucky Pane Of Glass You Carry In Your Head. It Takes All Your Cunning Just To Hang On To It, And Once It's Smashed You Have To Move Into A Different Sort Of Life.