Every Book You Pick Up Has Its

Lightning Flashed Dully Inside The Clouds On The Horizon Making Them Look As If They Had Fireflies Of Their Own, Monster Fireflies The Size Of Dinosaurs.

Don't Let The Door Hitcha Where The Good Lord Splitcha.

In Polite Society, We Call Our Obsessions Hobbies.

I Know Life Is Hard, I Think Everyone Knows That In Their Hearts, But Why Dos It Have To Be Cruel, As Well? Why Does It Have To Bite?

If You Don't Have The Time To Read, You Don't Have The Time Or The Tools To Write.