I Really Think I Write About Everyday

I Don't Think Anything Might Have Been. What Is, Is.

God Knows, There's Enough To Worry About Without Worrying About Worrying About Things.

I Should Like A Parsley Sandwich. To The Best Of My Knowledge They Are Not In Season.

My Favorite Journey Is Looking Out The Window.

There Was A Young Lady Named Mae Who Smoked Without Stopping All Day; As Pack Followed Pack, Her Lungs First Turned Black, And Eventually Rotted Away.