Well, my paper has asked me to do a series: Lives of the Great Musicians, reading time 2 minutes.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.

Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I wanted so terribly to be good to him.