Gratitude’s Got A Short Half-life, Clarice.

Because It's His Bad Luck To Be The Best.

Life's Too Slippery For Books, Clarice; Anger Appears As Lust, Lupus Presents As Hives.

When Will Graham Could Open His Right Eye, He Saw The Clock And Knew Where He Was- An Intensive-care Unit. He Knew To Watch The Clock. Its Movement Assured Him That This Was Passing, Would Pass. That's What It Was There For.

How Seldom We Recognize The Sound When The Bolt Of Our Fate Slides Home.

I Expect Most Psychiatrists Have A Patient Or Two They'd Like To Refer To Me.