She Laughed. My Favorite Music.

People Always Stay The Age That They Died At. My Big Brother Died Of Leukemia When I Was Six. He Was Eight. Now When I Think Of Him, He's Always Eight, And He's Still My Big Brother. He Never Changes, And The Part Of Me That Remembers Him Never Changes.

Wet Towel Under The Door,' Said Barry. 'it's What You Do When You're Smoking Weed In A Hotel And You Don't Want Everyone Calling Security. You're Always Supposed To Have A Towel. I Read About It In A Guide For Hitchhiking Through The Galaxy.

Love: The Sickest Of Irony’s Sick Jokes. The Place Where Logic And Order Go To Die.

He Has The Attention Span Of A Hummingbird.

...as If Someone Had Thrown A Hand Grenade Into The Middle Of A Teddy Bear Orgy And The Only Survivors Had Had Their Fur Blown Off.