They Say Ignorance Is Bliss.... They're Wrong

Writing [is] A Form Of Prayer.

Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All My Past And Future Sins Through The Aching Of My Bones.

The Door Could Not Be Heard Slamming; They Had Probably Left It Open, As Is The Custom In Homes Where A Great Misfortune Has Occurred.

Either The World Is So Tiny Or We Are Enormous; In Either Case, We Fill It Completely.

Just Because Your Doctor Has A Name For Your Condition, Doesn't Mean He Knows What It Is.