I Sell Dreams, Small Comforts, Sweet Harmless

Change Isn't Always Comfortable, But It Is A Fact Of Life.

Happiness. Simple As A Glass Of Chocolate Or Tortuous As The Heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

It's A Feeling Which Tells Me That Any Woman Can Be Beautiful In The Eyes Of A Man Who Loves Her.

I've Nothing Against Kids Reading Anything They Please, But I Do Have A Problem With Pink Books For Girls And Black Books For Boys.

I Could Do With A Bit More Excess. From Now On I'm Going To Be Immoderate--and Volatile--i Shall Enjoy Loud Music And Lurid Poetry. I Shall Be Rampant.