We hear the ambient noise of children singing. We hear lions and tigers roar. Hyenas laugh. Some jungle bird or howler monkey declares its existence, screeching a maniac's gibberish. Our entire world, always doing battle against the silence and obscurity of death.

Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple.

We're so structured and micromanaged, this isn't a world anymore, it's a damn cruise ship.

Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.

When a regular person gets sick, they take an aspirin. When a writer gets sick, they take notes.

Every high school has its Romeo and Juliet, one tragic couple. So does every generation.

Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.