I Am Neither Spontaneous Nor Ready For

I Do Not Go Outdoors. Not More Than I Have To. As Far As I'm Concerned, The Whole Point Of Living In New York City Is Indoors. You Want Greenery? Order The Spinach.

Being A Stranger Was Like Being Dead, And Brought To Mind How, In A Book He Had Read That Most Folks Misunderstood One Common State: The Flip Side Of Love Is Indifference, Not Hate.

I Have So Little Control Over The Act Of Writing That It's All I Can Do To Remain Conscious.

I Had A Tumor. But It Was Great.

I Am Going To The Bad Place, As Is My Wont.