If Swans Weren't Real Myths'd Make Up.

Sometimes The Fluffy Bunny Of Incredulity Zooms Around The Bend So Rapidly That The Greyhound Of Language Is Left, Agog, In The Starting Cage.

Good Moods’re As Fragile As Eggs...bad Moods’re As Fragile As Bricks.

If Your Words're True, They're Armed.

Who Was Blowing On The Nape Of My Neck?

How Could I Know A Famished Heart Will Eat Its Mind? Can Kill Its Body?