The good byes we speak and the good byes we hear are the good byes that tell us we're still alive.
You can approach the act of writing with nervousness$$$ excitement$$$ hopefulness$$$ or despair ... Come to it any way but lightly.
It was life$$$ often unsatisfying$$$ frequently cruel$$$ usually boring$$$ sometimes beautiful$$$ once in a while exhilarating.
The medical definition of miracle is misdiagnosis.
Nightmares exist outside of logic$$$ and there's little fun to be had in explanations; they're antithetical to the poetry of fear.
I can't understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there's already so much pain in the world.
A person's never too old for stories. Man and boy$$$ girl and woman$$$ we live for them.
Where the world ends is where you must begin.
Oh shit$$$ it's shit.
SSDD: Same Shit Different Day.