When You Have A Child, The World

Now He Was Proving It Again. Each Time Was A New Time And He Never Thought About The Past When He Was Doing It.

They Can't Yank A Novelist Like They Can A Pitcher. A Novelist Has To Go The Full Nine, Even If It Kills Him.

So This Was How You Died, In Whispers That You Did Not Hear.

And Bed, He Thought. Bed Is My Friend. Just Bed, He Thought. Bed Will Be A Great Thing. It Is Easy When You Are Beaten, He Thought. I Never Knew How Easy It Was. And What Beat You, The Thought.

A Severed Femoral Artery Empties Itself Faster Than You Can Believe.