Truth Defies Simplicity.

I'm Really Not Up For Answering Any Questions That Start With How, When, Where, Why Or What.

Because No One Thought She Was A Person, She Had No One To Really Talk To.

But There's So Much To Do: Cigarettes To Smoke, Sex To Have, Swings To Swing On.

The Snow May Be Falling In The Winter Of My Discontent, But At Least I've Got Sarcastic Company.

I Wouldn’t Have A Career If It Weren’t For Independent Bookstores.