When Your Time Came, It Came, And

I Had A Very High-grade Publisher Tell Me I Was Incapable Of Writing A Memoir.

It Is No Coincidence That The Words 'trying' And 'dying' Are Only A Few Letters Apart.

I Hate To Be Like Everyone Else, But I'm Rooting For San Antonio Because I Like Teams That Were Built The Old-fashioned Way.

Silence Was His Escape, But Silence Is Rarely A Refuge.

Once, Lovers On Faraway Shores Sat By Candlelight And Dipped Ink To Parchment, Writing Words That Could Not Be Erased. They Took An Evening To Compose Their Thoughts, Maybe The Next Evening As Well.