Out Last Chance Is A Cat's Magic

I Got Out My Jar Of Ointment. I Knew Animators Who Had Special Containers For The Ointment. Crockery, Hand-blown Glass, Mystical Symbols Carved Into The Sides. I Used An Old Mason Jar That Had Once Held Grandma Blake's Green Beans. Larry Fished Out A Peanut Butter Jar With The Label Still On It. Extra-crunchy. Yum-yum.

If You're Open To It, New Orleans Will Teach You About Yourself, But If You Want To Hide From Who You Really Are, The City Will Help You Do That, Too.

I Wasn't Afraid Of Him Anymore, Because I Could Smell His Fear. You Never Had To Be Afraid Of Anything That Was Afraid Of You.

He Was Twenty. I Remembered Twenty. I'd Known Everything At Twenty. It Took Me Another Year To Realize I Knew Nothing. I Was Still Hoping To Learn Something Before I Hit Thirty, But I Wasn't Holding My Breath.

Fear Will Keep You Alive; Indifference Won't.